I should start by saying that I didn't just want to do this task, but I needed to. Work has truly been a bear lately, and this task was going to be my salvation...or so I thought.

I began to gather the supplies.


However, I couldn't get the cap off the Bailey's. To my great relief, my husband realized later the "drink by" date on the Bailey's was not even in this decade. Wow. So I moved on to Jameson (sticking with the Irish theme).



And while it only took a minute for my supplies to dwindle, my gag reflex was put in high gear.



I needed something that actually tasted good. So, after rummaging through the bar, I found some in date Sheridan. Yummmm. Although, three shots later, it was tasting pretty sweet.



I wouldn't say I'm a lush, but it was going to be a while til I was truly "influenced." That said, my husband who decided to join me in my "tasking" proceeded to demand, "Make me a bike, clown!" I'm not quite sure if he thought that I was a clown, but I figured what the hell...