A Day For The Irish

This has been one crazy week, let me tell ya'. And I really didn't expect much for today, but things made a surprising change for the better for this leprachaun. I started off the day trying to make Irish Soda Bread, but didn't predict how difficult it would be to find carroway seeds and currants. Three different markets, same results, zilch. I decided to fall back on this recipe instead. Irish Soda Bread had seemed to be a tradition while I was growing up, so I decided to bring some to Rick's parents and share the tradition. It was ridiculously simple, and baked to perfection ( I can say that because I set the microwave timer and had my sister pull the bread out after 70 minutes!)

I also got a freakin' amazing pair of shoes in L.A., (or as Rick so fondly refers to it..."la", like la-la-la.) I was stuck chaffeuring Rick and the bestman-to-be to the best place in town to get EXACT replicas of vintage shoes, new. Rick has a pair of black and white wingtips that he plans on wearing in the wedding, and Brian (the best man) has admired them for awhile and decided to get a pair for the big day. Rick got another pair in all black, and then told me he'd buy me these babies! These dear, wonderful, amazing freakin' shoes. We got a crazy deal on them and I'm thrilled. Can you tell?

I'm going to wait a while before you see the actual shoes, but trust me. They're bad-ass.



Upon arriving home, I didn't notice the box next to the stroller that Rick had to point out. The invitations arrived! Double score! Yay!



So I took them with me, the baby and the soda bread over to Rick's parents house. The soda bread was a big hit. Scored some points with the in-laws, neice and nephew, and hubby-to-be. Then assembled some of my invitations because I was too frickin excited to wait until tomorrow.


So there you have it, I had an awesome day and had to brag about it. Now I'm gonna finish off my Guinness and put my own little leprachaun to bed.

Oiche mhaith. (Good night.)