So, I attempted the haunted gingerbread house. Let's just say that was the most stressful thing ever. I just don't have the patients for that. I was decorating it and everything but then my one side came crashing down onto the floor, shattering into little bitty pieces. Thoughts were running through my head. David just looked at me wondering if I was going to spaz or cry. I just threw my hands up in the air and said get a picture of the good side and then throw it. I'm not cut out for that I guess.
Then after this stressful event we made a cake that turned out way better than the house. Plus it tastes better.
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