Don’t ya know it’s St. Patty’s Day? Oh, the shenanigans that occurred, the folly, the mischief…ultimately falling to last place while playing Mart Kart because of a faulty controller, running around in circles & back-handed slap fights on Goldeneye till the tears from my laughter ultimately killed me, and to top it all off – a nice long nap. I’m a hooligan for sure. Not even a drop of Bailey’s or Guinness in the house. And I did have both beverages, along with some Irish Whiskey, & I hadn’t given up dairy for two weeks, I would have made Irish Car Bomb cupcakes to share. Ended the night with a Strawberry Lemonade Mike’s (delicious, people, you have got to get in on it) and a shot of Pomegranate Vodka. Oh yeah. Made up for my lack of Irish spirit by watching “The Historic Pubs of Ireland” on Netflix – another good documentary. Asleep before 1:00 am. That’s how I roll. But nonetheless, it was a great day spent with my boy. Laughter, teasing, and delicious food. When you’re 21 we’ll go out and I’ll buy you a pint of Guinness, darling.