Knock. Knock.

Who's there?

Irish.

Irish who?

Irish you a happy St. Patrick's Day!
(From my own personal files of really, really bad St. Patrick's Day jokes.  Sorry, honestly I don't know any really, really good ones.)

And from the files of "It's nearly spring so it's Science Fair Time", here's this year's entry in the messiest science fair project...ever.


Yes, that's me, two kids and lots of plaster of paris. 


Yes, we're making craters.  (The one top right was from a baseball sized asteroid of plaster dropped from about 2m (6 ft) into a tub of wet plaster. Nice parabolic pit crater, if I do say so myself.) 


Yes, it took DH and I scrubbing the sun room on hands and knees to get the resulting ejecta of that big one off of everything.  And I mean everything:  windows, walls, chairs, table, floor, refrigerator, drying racks, the kids and each other.   The impact was, well, quite a bit more, let's say, "energetic" than we expected.

(On a different front, I'm almost done with a sweater that I started Jan 2009 -- pictures soon!)