Sooooooooo, I was setting myself up in a big way when one cold afternoon I decided it was time for an impromptu gingerbread house making. Let's just leave it at this:
*I yelled.
*Candy was flung (not by me) from one end of the kitchen to the dining room by over anxious children.
*A repeat trip was made to the store where I may or may not have locked my kids in the car to go grab another box of graham crackers without it having to take 25 minutes with 3 little boys in tow.
*Some of the participants cried.
*One of the participants got a spanking.
*It's possible I made myself ill over eating INSANE amounts of candy to cope with the stress.
*I don't recall tasting any of it. I do recall thinking I would be mortified if anyone saw the huge handfuls I continually shoveled in while hiding behind a cabinet door.
*I had to have a drink at the end of the project.
But, the gingerbread houses were completed. Everyone appears to not have any lasting emotional scars. I will probably never do another impromptu craft. I may never do another craft in general. As the saying goes around here, "Fun times. Fun times."
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3 comments:
HA! I am a crafty person but that does describe how some of our projects have gone! It is cooking projects that send me over the edge. Thanks for keeping it real.
Wowsers - you are one brave momma! I've yet to do a gingerbread house...thought about getting the kit...but maybe after your experience, maybe we'll just toss the entire idea out the window :)
Fun times! :) I couldn't stop laughing at your post. Reminds me of my home!!
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