OK We are into Day Six but I will bring you full details of the day tonight... this is a SPECIAL REPORT!!!
It seems our illustrious leader (no not that dick head, I'm talking about Ford)... has just declared a state of emergency on this auspicious occasion we refer to as St Pats Day. In view of the recent SARS Epidemic parties tonight will be limited to 50 participants per dwelling. Get your occupancy thumb counters out and make sure your security keeps an accurate count of the number of people in your home at any given time. In this state of Emergency the LCBO apparently has lost control and alcohol sales are now covered under military law. Now you can call your local Pub and have them deliver... No more St Pat's Day DWI's... this is brilliant. Yo, Duggy 

Day Six: Couldn't find a bar close enough that they were willing to deliver some green beer for our celebrations so what had the potential to be one of the most outstand St Pat's Day yet, wasn't... I don't often use the words 'standing' and 'St. Pat's Day' in the same sentence, mark that on the calendar. Boy coughed a few times today but stopped whispering, maybe he's got the virus... maybe he just doesn't care if the government and the Chinese are still listening... Hey Google, what do you think? Goals for today, prepare for the anti-vegan feast and wash the hockey gear. That just reminded me to get the jock out of the car... note to self for future reference: When you go for a walk outside in the snow with no shoes or socks on, for the love of god don't step on the metal threshold on the way back in the door... you will stick to it... it's not pleasant. Anyway, me and the boy scoped out the washing machine in the basement, looked at the 4 or 5 sets of goalie gear that needs cleaned and did a rethink. Took all the equipment up stairs and loaded it into the 4x6 foot whirlpool tub, filled it with water and soap and fired it up... didn't take long before the water needed changed... we did that at least 4 times today and will need to put another load in tomorrow. Between cycles I got out the meat slicer and started to prepare for the feast. Salami from the gas station, rock hard summer sausage from the farm down the road and some snowman meat from some Italian company I'm sure, all cut paper thin to enjoy on some subs for dinner... oh and sliced some cheese as well, we don't eat this often, it's kind of a treat. Bringing the gear up we knock the Monopoly Game off the shelf, I told Lawson if he picked it up and put it on the dining room table mommy might play a game with us after dinner... the plan worked... by 8:30 no one had managed to collect a whole set of anything, this game might drag on forever... but then again how long is forever with the world coming to an end OR the need for TP might outweigh the need for cash in the Monopoly Game... We will pick up the game where we left off tomorrow.