The Daily EO: March 17th, 2013

Today is my mother’s actual birthday – St. Patrick’s Day.  So after an hour at the downtown Vancouver parade, we heading to Burnaby to have lunch with more of the family.  My grandpa loves Me-n-Ed’s pizza and it is right near by his place, so we decided pizza was the place to go.  The six of us shared 3 large pizzas and one order of nachos with only 3 slices to take home for leftovers.

As tradition dictates, we visited McDonald’s for dessert where we purchase Shamrock Shakes for dessert.  When they asked which size, my mom said “Large” without remembering the super size epidemic that swept North America.  So, we were left with 6 gigantic shakes that were tasty in their bad for you way.  So full, yet so shamrocky and delicious at the same time.

After such a large lunch the followed by some ridiculous amount of shake we started to suffer the ill effects, but I the most:

Shamrock Shaked
Shamrock Shaked

I should also tell you that I almost killed Emile earlier that day when I brought the truck of our hatchback car down upon his head.  Given we didn’t have any pain relievers in the restaurant, he proceeded to drink quite a few non-green beers to dull the pain.

March 17th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary:  I managed to drag my Shamrocked ass off the floor and drive my nearly concussed husband home.  No-one ate dinner that night.