Saint Patrick's day is the one day of the year where my clover tattoos are not utterly ridiculous and don't stand out amongst normal wrists. I love St. Paddy's Day because I love being irish, freckled, loud and an overall "pig" when I talk. Nama says I'm missing that sensor that tells you not to say something. Whoops...
So my heritage mutt of a child and I baked cookies and they were gone about an hour later.
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