Marilyn, I love the icicles on Falling Waters...

do you hear that? That thumping sound is me banging my head on the keyboard

I'm struggling to write up this year's GBH fiasco. It's dedicated to Devin, my nephew, so I'm trying to keep a handle on my weirdness.

I may--or may not--include this in the story: After dropping the partially finished house at work on the way to the airport, I returned a week later to find the thick 6" burgundy/forest green/gold corner candy canes had melted into blobs resembling puddles of blood. My sweet little GBH had turned in the Amityville Horror House. I scraped away the viscous mass and actually SCRUBBED the hardened Royal Icing "snow" to try and remove the dark stains.

I felt like one of the old crones mopping a bloody floor after the Red Wedding on "Game of Thrones." If you're a fan, you know what I'm talking about.

See what I mean...I'm struggling with my own weirdness.

(please forgive the moire pattern. I photographed the image off of my TV.)

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do they turn off the airconditioning for awhile, or is the melting from just humidity? I can't even

imagine this happening. I put my iced cookies out on the back porch last night for a quick freeze.

 
Last year they turned off the A/C to replace a unit on the roof. This year it was just the constant

opening of the doors out to the cafeteria patio--open year round.

This was my last "real" gingerbread for work. It breaks my heart going in every morning to find new problems.

 
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