martha stewart in the making.
alvin and i spent thanksgiving day with my family and it was really nice. i stayed up late wednesday night and made cranberry orange bread to take with us--i thought that would be my contribution since i wasn't going to be around thursday morning to help cook--and we got up early thursday and drove to houston. there was much less traffic than i expected and all was going well. alvin and i had a long conversation about acceptable ways to punish and/or annoy our future hypothetical children, and also what not to name them. but then we got there and i was greeted with many of these:
because my sister, shannon, in her bid to be like martha, made a fleet of tiny edible mice. you can't see it very well in that picture, but the mouse butt is a chocolate covered cherry. and the green and red icing gel stuff on the side? that's holly. it even has evil red eyes. they were staring at me.
i told her she put my cranberry bread to shame. she laughed like she knew it was true.
the night before she had talked my parents into helping sort the almond slivers, because all the ears had to be exactly the same size. there were two trays full of these things, and we weren't allowed to take the christmas rats off of the larger tray until the smaller tray was empty, because she had laid them out just so and they had to be symmetrical. every time a rat was eaten she had to rearrange them again. i am so not related to this girl, but she is just like our grandmother. my mom said the christmas rat assembly bred lots of anal retentiveness. well, yeah. so did the christmas tree assembly that took place that afternoon, but i won't get into that.
the christmas rats were good, though, and thanksgiving dinner was tasty, and it was nice to see my family. i got to hear tragic stories from my uncle about the many ways he has hurt himself, mostly by falling down stairs while running or falling down while chasing deer out of his yard or accidentally smashing his thumb with a block of wood and then being stung repeatedly by a wasp. good times.
best of all, alvin and i got to leave when we wanted to! the drive home was ok after we finished getting lost in houston and found a starbucks. spending only half a day in houston AND finding a starbucks open on thanksgiving night? so many things to be thankful for.
because my sister, shannon, in her bid to be like martha, made a fleet of tiny edible mice. you can't see it very well in that picture, but the mouse butt is a chocolate covered cherry. and the green and red icing gel stuff on the side? that's holly. it even has evil red eyes. they were staring at me.
i told her she put my cranberry bread to shame. she laughed like she knew it was true.
the night before she had talked my parents into helping sort the almond slivers, because all the ears had to be exactly the same size. there were two trays full of these things, and we weren't allowed to take the christmas rats off of the larger tray until the smaller tray was empty, because she had laid them out just so and they had to be symmetrical. every time a rat was eaten she had to rearrange them again. i am so not related to this girl, but she is just like our grandmother. my mom said the christmas rat assembly bred lots of anal retentiveness. well, yeah. so did the christmas tree assembly that took place that afternoon, but i won't get into that.
the christmas rats were good, though, and thanksgiving dinner was tasty, and it was nice to see my family. i got to hear tragic stories from my uncle about the many ways he has hurt himself, mostly by falling down stairs while running or falling down while chasing deer out of his yard or accidentally smashing his thumb with a block of wood and then being stung repeatedly by a wasp. good times.
best of all, alvin and i got to leave when we wanted to! the drive home was ok after we finished getting lost in houston and found a starbucks. spending only half a day in houston AND finding a starbucks open on thanksgiving night? so many things to be thankful for.
posted by sarah at 11:10 AM
4 Comments:
not the pms monster! i'm really sorry. i'm about to have that problem, too. i always forget how bad it is...and then it hits. ugh.
i'm having trouble getting in any sort of christmas spirit this year since it's still 80 degrees outside. that's making *me* teary. cranky, actually. just really cranky.
i really don't know. i've given it a lot of thought, and it seems completely maladaptive and makes NO SENSE to me.
and don't feel bad--i couldn't make christmas mice either. perhaps more importantly, i don't want to. =)
hee. i would ask my sister what the white oreo filling is supposed to be, but she'd probably smack me if i suggested it looks like poop. which means i'll totally have to ask her once she's not pissed off at me anymore for calling her martha (she's currently annoyed with me).
did you get your extension cord?
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