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.)
these are stunning! the first bungalow with the granola stonework--nice. here is a link to our
gingerbread village created every year in the Hotel Captain Cook. the overhead cam has the best picture. it's a live webcam, so I could actually go stand there and wave at you all!