Granted… it’s almost February… but the bf finally decided to post pictures from his and his roommate’s Christmas Pajama Party.
Alas, the story of the Gingerbread House… So I got really excited and told the roomies I got a Gingerbread House. HH’s lady friend informed me that she too bought one. “Horray!” my competitive ass shouted “We’ll have a competition!!” Well… we had Baba’s bday dinner party which went way longer then planned (Baba can party… I’ve yet to find a Jewish grandmother that can’t… then again… she’s the only Jewish grandmother I knwo)… and they made theirs while we were out. We arrived back to the party and I saw the Ginger and said “OOOHHHH it’s on.” Thankfully… it wasn’t a timed competition…
because… if it were… I would have lost.
Hooolllyyyy sssshhhh**************ttttttt. I hate gingerbread houses. Seriously… I don’t think I will ever make one ever again. Have you made one?? My roof would not stop falling!!! While everyone was playing I was there… trying to fix the roof. Note the progression…. when I finished though… let me tell you… it was good. Definitely winning good. Till the bf and SJ ate it!!! So busted. haha
Oh, btw… I got the roof to stay by biting off the side of the gingerbread men’s heads to hold up the roof… yup. True story…
If I ever make a ginger house ever again… I will make the boy build it and I will decorate it.
And yes… I hope that plan also works with the real house… just sayin’