This past week has been fairly uneventful. Broke up a fight between a couple 8-year-olds again. Went hiking last Thursday up Sugarloaf. I was unprepared for the hike since I was told we were going to the beach so I wore my dress shoes thinking I would take them off at the beach. No. I climbed that muddy mountain and cliff in my dress shoes, through the thistle bushes that were ripping at every part of my skin, through the inches of mud that were seeping between my toes, and to the top of that rock. At least it was raining and the use of my glasses was then useless. It was dark out and I couldn't wear my glasses due to the rain. Awesome night. I was then hit on by a 12-year-old as we were dropping him off at his house. Kidding aside though, I loved it. Not the kid hitting on me, but climbing the cliff/mountain thing at night in the mud. Nevermind.

I went to see KickAss and would have rather spent those two hours pulling out my fingernails. We went to the pubs after the movie.

I was supposed to go bog-hopping today with a group of kids. (The kids here have two weeks off for the Easter holidays so at the agency we plan day-long trips for each of the groups.) Had the weather been nicer we would have been sliding through the swamps in wetsuits. It sounded fun and I was sorely disappointed when it was called off this morning.

Patrick is in London now and comes out to Dublin tomorrow. I'm meeting him up in Dublin and we're renting a car on Wednesday morning. It's an ambitious trip but it should be a lot of fun.