|I have danced my ass off.|
|I have no earthly clue what she is doing. |
Practicing to lead jets down the jetway, I guess.
All they needed were a few tube socks full of rocks and they could go out and raise hell, in true Irish fashion, with their brother.
And then I made this:
|Anyone sends this to Cake Wrecks and |
I'll find you and gut you. Fair warning.
An Irish Lamb Cake.
Normally in our house the Sacrificial Lamb Cake is reserved for Easter but I wanted to get an early start. Nothing says, "Happy St. Patrick's Day!" like cutting into the green guts of a lamb.
And go read this right here, if you want to hear about our past Easter fun but I suggest you stop drinking your soda because we don't do holidays in the normal fashion around here. You've been warned.
I already know, I totally fucked up the icing. It got all droopy and was a bloody mess. The kids thought it was hysterical, renamed it George, and instead of a lamb it was now a sheepdog.
And what did Alex do for St. Patrick's Day? He played Minecraft, watched YouTube videos about Minecraft, downloaded mods for Minecraft, made Minecraft skin, new Minecraft worlds, found emeralds and redstone and generally talked my ear off about? Minecraft.
I went with it.