Gingerbread house
We set out to make a beautiful gingerbread house. But it took a long time. And the timer didn't work on one batch, so we had to guess how long the gingerbread should be in the oven. I think we guessed wrong.
Then the icing didn't work--it never stiffened (is that a word?). I think I didn't add enough icing sugar--I used up the whole bag, so we didn't have any more to add.
So we improvised. Can you see what's "different" about this house?
Then Vince ate it.
Christmas decorations
I came home on Friday, and my apartment was transformed! All I had to do was put on the antlers. (Actually, I had to do a bit more. The first tree stand didn't have screws, so I had to exchange it. Then we put up the tree and decorated it).
Amusing Vince moment: he put the tree in his car instead of tying it to the roof, so his car reeked of pine and the needles covered everything. The poor boy didn't know how to transport a real tree because his mother never let one come within 10 ft of the house--how could she possibly keep the house clean with a tree shedding needles on the floor?
The ears suit me.
Hot chocolate suits me, too!
