Our St. Patrick’s Day festivities are days late and did not include drinking. We’re not very good partial (or fake) Irish people. I am wearing green, though.
Corned beef and cabbage for lunch, plus a good luck cake for our trip out west.
We’re completely stuffed from that, but I really want the tres leches cake I know is waiting in the fridge. We’ll just skip dinner and eat cake. Later. Much later.
I ran out to the hardware store to make a copy of our storage unit key for Emily and Sean, and when I came back, I found two thirds of the family asleep in the living room.
We might not make it to the next round of cake. That would probably be okay. Except not. It’s really good cake.
momma betty
Where were you? At Sean and Emily’s?
Zannah
PA – we got Tom for about 18 hours.