The day got off to a bang when I stopped for gas and sent my son into the gas station to find a few milk cartons (we use them as the base for our 'poor white trash' gingerbread houses.) When he got back in the car, I drove away BUT I WAS STILL PUMPING GAS!!! This is where I would be laughing and pointing at someone else, imagine my embarrassment!
I grabbed all four kids and went into to talk to the attendant - I NEVER GO INSIDE THE GAS STATION!!! Certain that they all were laughing at me and were well aware of what just happened, I said, "Please tell me I'm not the first person that did that and that it happens all the time!" He was very kind and and I think he recognized my nervous breakdown setting in, "no, you're not the first- it happens - he didn't say "all the time" which would have really helped. The guy that was driving the Pepsi truck that was chuckling at me from behind the freezer door, I saw you and you can suck it- it's been a hard few months- and I don't like Pepsi, so there!
Apparently there is some kind of emergency release for idiots like myself that have no business behind the wheel of a car, much less, pumping gas, during just this sort of instance. The hose just released off of the pump and flew across the lot ( with the ounce of dignity that I had left)- no breakage, no gas leak, no explosion, no damage- just my pride- and my kids that much closer to watching their mom fly off the deep end!
On to my mom's house to create more unforgettable Christmas memories... My mom was brave enough to host gingerbread tornado again this year (plus the fact that you could land an airplane in her kitchen makes it easier to work or make messes, whatever). She had everything set up so organized and nice when we got there...
Beebs surely ate as much as she put on her house which looked like one of those houses on "What's With That House?"
You'd have to have a strong stomach to witness the "after" shots, but at least from these pictures you couldn't feel the sprinkles getting stuck to your feet, hard candy crunching and marshmallows glueing you to the floor.
After my jitters went away from my fiasco, I, too decorated one, but they all kind of looked like crap, I couldn't tell you which one I did, but we like them.
Here is where we display them...