Today, we made a ginger bread house. Six hours, a tray of home-made apple pie, glasses of peach tea and a Bridget Jones’ Diary movie after, the snow-covered cottage stood up while decorations were being glued on its roof.
A minute or two of that Yatta! and yehey! feeling, the sweet-smelling house collapsed. The meringue a.k.a snow a.k.a glue didn’t do its job well. And, damn gravity. haha
In the end, we had to eat the house, piece by piece.
It’s three more days to an apparently sabishii, no-noche-buena-and-family Christmas but I’ll not be a collapsed ginger bread cottage. I refuse to be one though I’m already on the edge.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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