Last night at the gingerbread house..

My brother and his family visited us over Christmas. As we did the presents-bit in the evening on Christmas Eve we had some time to kill earlier in the day.. which we did effectively with a massive gingerbreadhousesweetdecorationorama.

The thing is that we have to eat it now.

One night, at the gingerbread house..

Caption contest, anyone?

About steffi suhr

Once upon a time, I was an enthusiastic and hopeful biological oceanographer who did a bunch of work in the Antarctic. I was alternately wearing labcoats or extreme weather clothing and hard hats, but have long since swapped survival suits for dress suits and do science management, currently as the BioMedBridges project manager at the European Bioinformatics Institute. I still like to use my brain. I'm a German serial expat, currently - again - living in the UK.
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5 Responses to Last night at the gingerbread house..

  1. rpg says:

    ‘We did our own conveyancing, you know. ‘

  2. steffi suhr says:

    “Would you guys mind turning it down a bit?!”

  3. “Well, at least the house isn’t covered with reindeer poo like last year…”

  4. cromercrox says:

    Take heart. Some houses are undermined by termites.

  5. Cath@VWXYNot? says:

    “Let’s try again to lure Hansel and Gretel to their deaths. Maybe then I’ll be spared the trailers for that terrible new movie on TV”

    I never got to experience the joy of gingerbread houses as a kid, but my husband and his siblings have fond memories of having to throw theirs down the stairs to get it to break into bite-size pieces, because the combination of their mother’s over-enthusiastic icing and the temperature in the very North of British Columbia where they used to live had rendered it positively impregnable to normal methods.