I’ll save you a piece.

Beautiful Parkdale sunset.

See how happy I am? Remember that next time gingerjerkbread house asses.

A jar fell out of the cupboard and smashed, I was busy vacuuming and thus not being a control freak so no icing foundation was laid but also we decided to decorate first and assemble later.

I like my Dr.Seuss swirly sparkles because I am a social reject.

I did what I could. I was the only one taking it seriously. AS USUAL. I take sparkles and icing very seriously. Too seriously maybe?

Light eggnog anyone? Greyhound? Ever since I learned that geniuses drink/consume grapefruit I drink that stuff like cray-zay. Apparently it makes you sharp, and It’s true cos it tastes intense and you have to be a man to be able to take it, much like Brio, an acquired taste for sure as you’re swallowing it you are like why is this happening, what is this taste?

Oh well, fresh gingerbread icing is jealicious.

I was so proud to display this. Where we failed was the icing foundation which we (Bunny) did not lay. It’s ok, we had fun and now it looks like a Ke$ha disaster which was the goal anyway. See how I shaved that yellow/caramel to size? I am the best.

That’s my boy face, I look like my teenager dad. YAY! Hi Bunny! Everyone is in love with her, all my dopey internet guy friends make dumb comments every time a new/diff girl is on my blog it’s funny how stupid they are I love it. Thanks internet for bringing us altogether. Though I think it’s supposed to be all together, altogether now is from that one part in the Beatles song altogether now? OMG! STOP RAMBLING!

Allen’s leftovers. I am a genius.

Blog treats! Kind of disgusting but not when the booze magic starts to work.

First attempt. I wanted to do whip-its but we didn’t, I have never done whip-its before I think 28 is a good age to start, right? Hello? See that crack? First mistake, how did that happen again? Luckily I intelligently chose brown icing instead of hot purple and pink to be more aesthetically matchy. I got to flex my extensive caulk knowledge too.

But how will we get sparkles on it if it’s put together, and it’ll collapse if we hold it on its side so we all chose two walls or a roof piece and went to town. I made greyhounds and forgot about dinner which is probably another factor in gingerbread house failure, drinking on the job on an empty stomach while vacuuming during the almighty important instructions part. Which are in Swedish probably and Bunny got icing all over cos she was testing out the ease of use or whatever of the tubes. When we tired of our project I made us green bean poutine.

Very nice to look at and design geek groupie fetish approved.

Look at Bunny’s little finger heart tattoo, so cute.

Hot nails too. Haha see the dog?

Oh don’t worry I criticized the hell out of that candy corn catastrophe over there. We had to cover up someone’s swastika too.

I ate that pink heart when it all went to shit. It was delicious and got me pumped for New Moon HI DO YOU LIKE THE NEW DIRECTION OF MY BLOG NOW TEENAGER FRIENDLY? Or am I a mommy blogger now that I have crafts and activities again? They can relate to me cos everything seen here is some dumb thing they’d do with their kid? Except with less booze.

Like I said my phone has a been a pill. SUGH-IGH.

Pfft. Bunny has ones on her phone she’ll send later. Not like I am sitting here waiting on them or anything, I am trying to figure out the course of my evening, from outfit to how I am going to seamlessly hook up with the girls at the Old Mill with no luggage or who knows where they’ll be and I have band practise tomorrow at noon and if I know my mom she’ll be rocking a heavy champagne hangover about then and could give two fucks about my needing to be back downtown stat. I’ll tell Lois, she’ll make it happen. If they want to party with me they have to acquiesce to my needs. There now I am way less stressed out haha thank you for helping me sort myself out there. We’ll worry about outfit later.

I was SO PROUD of my big globby blue window facade and my candy corn spikes? Birds can just legit fuck off my roof AND DIE.

The yellow sparkles on white icing looked like piss snow and had this all gone right I’d have made a trail of piss snow surrounding the house. This is LITERALLY a broken gingerbread house of dreams. HO HO HO!

I just love looking at this, if it makes me a simpleton then so be it.

Then my roof piece got better. Teacher did a Van Gogh on his which to me looked like dog shit but whatever (I am still angry at him for being a stick in the mud last night during this).

Sparkles hurt when they are dug deep in to your skin as a head’s up when you press your house together haha.

See his painting down there? Not horrible but not, not awful either. Who do you think made the swastika in the first place? (to be fair he’s a history teacher in the middle of WWII but like I can blog that?)

Remember that scene in xmas vacation where the two mother in laws are decorating the gingerbread house one is smoking and the old men are snoring? That was us. It was funny. Being a “grown-up” is a joke.

No face Raymeh, not bad! This is casual Raymi HAah.

BECAUSE THIS WAS GOING ON! I would have put more sparkles on those dots, TEACHER.

I thought taking it to the living room would make for a better picture plus Bunny’s foot?

And a very indie Christmas to you too.

Well I am glad I at least capture this before it was bulldozed.

What it looked like after collapse AFTER I overturned the decorated sides, ugh.

And now it looks like this Flinstones My Little Pony house.

The roof is now a wall. I feel like a cupcake now.

Are you ready to sign the rental agreement? Hey it looks like Adventurehouse!

And this morning, still hideous.

But I kind of love it.

The pink caramel log thing is covering up that inappropriate thing Teacher drew.

Are your eyes killing yet?

Come by any time we’d love to have you.

Time to clean up my act (bath time).