With Daddy gone and the two older sisters out of the house on a Friday night, I thought maybe this would be a fun thing for Kylie and I to do together. They were on sale at Michael's for $7.99. Every time I think it would be fun to do a project with Kylie, I somehow forget about my complete lack of any sort of creative or artistic talent.
A gingerbread house kit. Kit! Kit means everything included. Kit means easy. Kit means I can do this. Isn't it cute how delusional I am?
See the three examples of decorated houses on the box? They are oh-so-sweetly named "Candy Chalet", "Snowflurry Lodge", and "Christmas Dreams Inn." Awwwww.
I think we'll call ours "The Nightmare at the End of the Block."
First of all, "kit" never means what I think it does. The frosting included was a bag of powdered sugar. Crap, you mean I have to get the mixer out? Gah.
Due to crappy lighting in my dining area, and someone else having my camera so she can take videos of herself and her friend at the dance studio, these are rather bad pictures taken with my cell phone. But I'm sure you get the idea. See all those little colored candies on the side of the house there? That's my "throw 'em on the frosting and see what sticks" method. Creative, no?
How come the
gumdrops trees only grow on one side of the house? Oh, I see. Better light on that side. Who threw the tires up on the roof?
Well, I guess we can forget about the frosting-sucker going to sleep for a while. She's going to be in a sugar-induced frenzy right when