Why is England out to destroy me?
Why is it snowing and freezing in November?
I woke up to snow yesterday morning and was so annoyed about the whole thing that I decided the only way to remedy the situation was to pretend that it was already December. I've never been a big Thanksgiving fan anyway (everything's just so...not sweet), so I might as well start the X-mas countdown in mid-November.
That's why I jumped the gun a bit and made my gingerbread house last night. Once I had the thing assembled and my roof decorated--which, though you can't see it well here, I promise is exquisite and inspired by Ikea furniture--I sort of gave up on the rest of the house. I had a brief moment of brilliance near the back porch, but otherwise just saved most of the icing so that I could eat it myself.
While it may be boring, on the upside, this was the first gingerbread house I've done in years that didn't resemble a bomb shelter!