Actually she really wanted to say "Get me out of this tie that makes me look like a bad burlesque comic -- or even worse, Milton Berle."
"Really, the treats aren't working for me all that well."
(I wonder if occasions like this are playing into her recent thinking outside the box issues?)
The soda bread is in the oven, the Bailey's ice cream in the freezer...(whip one pint of heavy cream, add one can of sweetened condensed milk and about 2T (or a tad more) of Bailey's, spread in a pan and freeze. Serve with shaved chocolate on top!)
...and I'm just getting the St. Paddy's Day Killer Irish Creme fudge out of the pan (which is easier said than done. Photos soon.
Rick's doing the corned beef and we'll all be listening to Irish songs today. Well, not Lizzie... girl doesn't know how to party.
