-Building a "leprechaun trap" in third grade. My parents never helped me with my projects so I just had a shoebox that I covered in green construction paper and put a pencil with a string attached to it. It was really stupid and lame. We were supposed to try and catch leprechauns while we were at recess. Since my trap needed someone to be there and pull it, I felt like an idiot. I'm pretty sure I still got a full score on the project anyway. And there was candy (gelt?) in my "trap" when I came back from recess. Damn leprechaun got away though.
-Setting out my Epcot center t-shirt to wear with green shorts I got at KMart or something. The Epcot center shirt had green on it. Who the f likes to be pinched? I still wear green every year so weirdos don't have an excuse to touch me. DON'T TOUCH ME. I used to lay out my clothes every night before I went to sleep for the morning. I did this from when I was 5 until I was like 18. Then in college, when it probably would have mattered more (running to class, running to work), I stopped doing it.
Okay. I lied. I only have a couple memories of it. St. Patty's is very not memorable for me. Two of my friends have birthdays on St. Patty's. That's more interesting to me than what everyone else does on St. Patty's (Guiness, Jameson, Bailey's). For the past few years, I have made corned beef and cabbage. I guess that's the one thing I do. Seeing that I don't drink practically, I never went to St. Patty's Day parties in college (bio majors don't party, let's be serious). This day is lost on me.
But I'll still wear green.
That freakin' Kellogg's rooster has got it made today.
I almost forgot to post a picture. HA!
I bought an entire liter of Bailey's at Costco to use 2 tablespoons for my frosting. It seemed like a better deal than buying a mini at BevMo. The mind of a Chinese person. It doesn't always make sense. My mind, however, makes good cupcakes. These were tasty. But not as tasty as they usually are because I didn't want to buy sour cream and subbed in Greek yogurt instead, so they weren't quite as fluffy as I would have liked. See. I told you Chinese brains don't make sense.
