So the whole making-of-the-food took the better part of the afternoon.  That still surprises me – how long it takes to make food.  You'd think I'd be getting on to that. <g> There were some very happy diners tonight though which made it well worth whatever else we didn't do today. 

St Paddy's day found me with Irish pub music blasting in the kitchen.  I should tell you I was gently crooning Danny Boy to the children as they stirred, but then you'd look at their faces anyway and probably guess that we were belting out Drunken Sailor instead. Yeah.  Probably no more inappropriate than my Gram singing about them "hangin' men and wimmen for the wearin' o' the green" in her kitchen while I was the one licking the beaters.

If you're Irish this all makes perfect sense.  If you aren't, I should probably just stop here. ; ) 

So anyway, over generous portions of shepherd's pie husband explained the various ways one can become a full time resident of Ireland,  older kids tumbled in from Irish dance practice, and laundry ran rather continually.  

And that was a rather wonderful day. Wishing you same.