Friday the 13th of Christmas

Second Friday the 13th we’ve had this year — first being in September, but it’s all good because today is a no bingo Friday.

Next week's Bingo Friday is not actually bingo. Instead, it's the Christmas Party we throw for ourselves — three days after the Christmas Party management has scheduled for us.

No contest … the one we throw for ourselves is bound to be better.

The Baker is planning a Mexican Food menu and all kinds of games.

Of course, she’s not taking it all on by herself — one of her daughters, who runs a catering business, will be helping; as will Talker and Red Light (who no longer even lives here) be assisting. Others have donated sufficient monies to cover the cost.

Going to piss Manager off that 1) Our party will be better than the party she doesn't even want to do for us and 2) Red Light is involved in the party that will be besting her.

One of the games the Baker is planning has something to do with Grinch characters she had me print out and cut into 2-inch squares.

Hmmmm? Can’t wait to see what that’s about.

Among the many other games she told me she's planning is the White Elephant Gift Exchange — where attendee, one by one, choose a wrapped gift from the table, opens it; and the next person has the option to pick a gift from the table, or "steal" what another person has already unwrapped.

The reaction to the money box I put together for last year’s Gift Exchange, was a hoot.

The guy's wife stole it from him, then Di (who always needs money) stole the cash from the wife. However, wife was smart. Instead of selecting another gift from the table, she stole the money back and, since a gift can only be "stolen" a limit of three times, wife ended up with the $20.

So much fun to watch that I'm again going with a money box as my White Elephant Gift for the table.

Last year’s money box was a social experiment in that I wanted to see how many would base their choice of which gift to take from the table based on how pretty the outside package was (much like the choices we make in life, based on appearances, only to later learn that what we chose is not all that great inside). So, I last year wrapped a small box in plain butcher paper with Christmasy ribbon.

Positioned amongst the fancy wraps, the plain unassuming gift was overlooked again and again and again, as residents went for big and fancy looking — thinking they held a treasure (when some of those fancy gifts were no more than water bottles and food storage containers).

Plain and simple, which held the actual treasure …… cash, ended up being the next to the last gift on the table to be picked.

I’m sure the folks that needed money were sorry they didn’t choose it.

To see if lessons had been learned to not judge by a plain/simple appearance, I again put together a small money box, wrapped it in butcher paper with Christmasy ribbon.

The extra gift last year was a Christmas coffee mug. This year it's a 2nd money box …… except this box is a little larger to extend the social experiment to whether size will be a factor in choices, i.e., which will go first, the little one or the big one?

In other words, I'm turning my fellow residents into test subjects, lab rats, just to study their habits in their natural habitat.

The small box contains $30, the larger box $20.

I’m taking that Friday off from working out, so I can get to the Community Room early, take photos as the festivities begin.

I also want to get there early enough to sneak my gifts on the table — just in case someone figured out I was the one that brought the money box to last year’s Party and would be watching for a repeat.

I’m actually adding another extra gift …… a purchase I wanted to return.

I wrapped this extra gift in Christmas paper, just because. However, I'm now wondering if I should give it a do-over, wrap it the same as the money boxes, so folks won't equate butcher paper with always being a money box.

Shall I?

I don't know what I was thinking when I ordered yet another gingerbread kit but, having decided I don't want to put this kit together, I filled out the online return paperwork and was planning to take the return paperwork and purchase back to the store. However, the rather quick online reply (automated? a bot?) was that "Your refund is on the way …… Feel free to use, donate or dispose of any unwanted items – no need to return them to the store".

Nice, I get a refund, but who does that …… returns payment but doesn't want the purchase back?

Pondering what to do with it, a lightbulb went off that it would be another extra gift for the table.

I have a sense no one around here is going to want to deal with a gingerbread kit, but at least it's off my hands.

Maybe they can regift it to a young family member that's into Starwars.

Surprise Beaches!

When last I posted, the plan was to scour Instagram and TikTok to see if anyone else tackled the challenging Casa Navidená ginger build for how it turned out.

That kit was so popular that it sold out, yet I only came across one other builder; and where others not posting may have been the result of "I’m not showing this mess to nobody", there was no shame in the game of the other builder, who noted it took her all day (same with me) and she "regrets nothing", LOL.

I see that she too could not replicate the vibrant pink color, as depicted on the box, and like my build, her walls came out looking like stucco.

All in all, with the level of difficulty we encountered, I think she and I are about even as to how our projects turned out ……… a passing grade of Okay.

Other than that, it's still been vewy vewy quiet around here, except for a visit from Knock Knock Knock on Monday.

My little stalker is growing up fast, gets cuter every day and yes, that’s a rather large candy cane in her hand.

Knowing she’ll show up at my door eventually, I always have a treat waiting for her.

Last night, it was her grandma Talker at the door, looking for assistance in emailing documents from her phone ……… she's in the process of getting qualified to buy a house.

It took no time to get the electronic transfer done, but then Talker stayed to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk for three hours.

Made me miss Survivor, but no worries, because I put Survivor on record and Talker was giving good gossip.

The management sponsored Thanksgiving Luncheon for the residents, per Talker, was "Okay", but she had a disappointed look on her face when saying, instead of Turkey with the usual sides and pie, residents were served El Pollo Loco (chicken, rice, beans, tortillas).

Also, the event was quick and dirty, as in residents were immediately served and the event was over in 30 minutes.

Sound like hurry up, eat, get out.

Why bother when Manager makes it obvious she only does these events because Corporate requires it at all its properties, but at least Manager did make an appearance ……… for a hot second, and without a meltdown this time.

Manager only has to get through one more ……… The Annual Christmas Party on the 17th, and she won't be obliged to do anything for us after for a while, can recuperate from the trauma of having to play nice.

Talker tells me she, the 45/47 Supporter around the corner and a few others felt sorry for Manager locking herself in the office, crying over "No one likes me" at the Harvest event. Felt soooo sorry that they were considering buying and having flowers delivered to her office.

So gullible are these people thought I, as Talker was telling me of this plan. It would have played right into Manager’s manipulative I’m gonna play the victim and cry, everyone will feel sorry for me hands to have done so, but whatever.

At any rate, Talker said that before they all could do so, 45/47 Supporter ran out, bought flowers to make herself look good in Manager's eyes.

This has angered the group; 45/47 Supporter is now being called "that Kiss Ass Brown Noser", ROFLMAO!

This only proves to me my instincts were correct when, a few months ago, even before I knew that brown noser was a supporter, she sent me a friend request on Facebook, which request I declined.

Like I said, I didn’t even know she was a supporter at that time. Just that, though she seemed a nice enough neighbor, I didn’t know her all that well, had a sense she was being nosey — just wanted to get in my business, while having none of her own on her Facebook page. So it was a Nope from me.

My scrapbooking supplies arrived, so I've been busy, and will be busy trying to catch up.

In fact, before Talker arrived, I'd driven to the photo lab to pick up photos I'd sent for development earlier in the day.

I don't leave the complex at night for reasons of safety. However, wanting those photos stat, I ventured out around 5:00, found it was already pitch black. Returning in the dark, I spotted an interesting sight in the sky.

I'm sure that's a star next to what I believe is called a waxing crescent moon.

Google tells me a waxing moon signifies a period of growth, expansion and positive energy, while the star symbolizes guidance, inspiration and the achievement of higher aspiration.

Maybe the star is an alien spaceship come to take you know who and all his supporters away.

At any rate, a beautiful sight in the sky. Made me glad I ventured out past 4:00 in the afternoon, which is my usual outside cutoff time.

Tomorrow is Bingo Friday but, inasmuch as Trainer had to move tomorrow morning’s workout to Saturday, there won’t be the usual rushing from there to here, followed by here to there, then there back down to here. Instead, I can gingerly walk down to the Community Room ahead of the rush, stake out a spot, hang with the homies until game time.

Trainer says that since the organizers are accustomed to seeing me rush in, rush out, rush back down, that when I gingerly walk down I should enter saying, "Surprise bitches!".

I would never, but fun to imagine doing so.

If At First You Don’t Succeed

I spent all Thanksgiving Day working on ginger builds.

The kit I won at bingo won’t win any awards, but it came out okay.

The big gingerbread build was a total disaster.

I chose Casa Navidená because it reminded me of South Park’s Casa Bonita — the Mexican Restaurant that Cartman was so intent on being included in Kyle’s birthday party there that he misled Butters into thinking the world had ended, had Butters hunkering down in a dump site while he stole Butter’s invitation and got himself inside Casa Bonita.

The build came together, no problem using the egg/powdered sugar frosting glue suggested by JanF (thanks, Jan), but decorating was a fail.

Once the pink icing in the kit was applied, the look was nowhere as vibrant as it appears on the box, not to mention there wasn’t enough icing.

I tried to fix that by adding a drop of red food coloring to the royal icing I’d made for more pink, but still ……… applied to brown gingerbread the color wasn’t pink.

There was enough red in the kit to color the roof, but red on brown gingerbread made the roof look dull, drab.

After trying various ways to save the build, including scraping off the pink, going white, and trying to brighten up the drab roof — all unsuccessful, I tossed the whole thing in the trash.

If at first you don’t succeed …… I headed out this morning for another Casa Navidená kit.

This time I used pink edible food spray, instead of icing.

The gingerbread turned red.

I mixed red food coloring with royal icing, got pink, applied it over the red and it was better, but still not pink.

As the afternoon wore on, and I worked on windows, I mixed the pink in the kit with royal icing, applied several layers of that pink and the color on the house got better.

Once the house was completed, I took the red provided in the kit, mixed it with royal icing, and got a peppermint color — which I liked and, going over the build one last time, got a satisfactory pink.

All those applications of color make the walls look like stucco, but I can live with that.

A few minutes later.

On the 17th Day of Christmas

Having taken some 222 photos at the senior’s Christmas Party, knowing everyone was anxious to see the photos posted, so they could share with friends and family, I worked on editing late into the night Friday, started again early Saturday morning and, by late that night, during Midsommer Murders, I finally got everything edited and posted — 157 memories (149 photos, 8 videos).

There went the bulk of my weekend, but I was able to keep today, Sunday, solely to myself — watch recorded Holiday Baking shows, work on this year's gingerbread build.

When I went shopping for what to build this year, I was torn between these two.

Donut Shop

Santa Delivery Truck

That is until I saw this Tree House.

A little ambitious but different, so I had to try.

Setting out the pieces, I found an integral piece was broken.

I melted down some sugar, glued it together and though the crack was still visible, the piece held.

I really like the idea of first decorating the pieces, then putting the pieces together — because it’s easier to decorate that way but, afraid I’d end up with an Ikea project I couldn’t assemble, I did the build first, decorated after.

Would you believe I screwed up yet and still, by mistakenly using the two roof pieces for side of the house.

Being left to turn the side pieces into the roof, I made it work; and once decorated, the crack in the glued piece also worked out — it disappeared under the frosting.

Behold! A tree house in the middle of a field of jellybeans, with a sassy looking occupant.

Front, leans a little

Right Side

Christmas Tree in window of right side

Rear

Left side

Back to Front

Not perfect, but good enough for me, as I don't have the patience to make anything perfect other than needlepoint.

I was told the cutest story at Friday’s Christmas party.

Looking in the mirror on my shirt, one of the residents said it reminded her of a story she’d read about a teacher who brought a box to her class. When asked by the students what was in the box, she said it was a photo of her favorite student.

She then invited students to, one by one, peer into the box, see who that favorite student was. What they saw was a mirror which reflected their own image as the teacher’s favorite.

How cute is that?

On the 18th Day of Christmas ….…..….

Feeling back to center this morning, I ventured out as far as the corner market where the Security Guard unintentionally almost ruined my Elf Hunt.

I guess he thought he was being helpful when I walked in and he said, "The elf is in the fresh fruit section".

"I’m pretty good at finding Zippy on my own, but thanks for the heads up", said I.

Fortunately, the hunt was not ruined, because I did not find him in the fresh fruit section, so I set about searching the entire market.

While doing so, I saw two little girls bounce through the market door with their parents, excitedly saying, "We’ve got to find the elf!".

Good luck, thought I, since they'd hidden him so well that I wasn't finding him.

I walked the perimeters, checked the isles, made it back to fresh fruit and was about to give up when I glanced over …… and there he was. Right where Security Guard said he'd be.

Hunt over, I went looking for the little girls, found them, said "I overheard your wanting to find the elf".

The girls didn’t get an opportunity to respond as the mother excitedly asked "We’d heard he’s in the meat department, but didn’t find him. Where is he?".

She thanked me when I told her, while her husband, thinking the whole thing hilarious, began laughing.

So, there’s that.

Remainder of today was finishing up my second attempt, this season, at a gingerbread house — appropriately the Elf on the Shelf kit.

I now know the meaning of having "skin in the game" because, using sugar glue last evening for the build, I managed to blister two fingers and cut another, but at least I ended up with a good clean sturdy structure.

Having learned a few tricks from watching gingerbread shows since the little house I built a few days ago, including icing the windows, I'm happy with the results and, quitting while ahead, done building gingerbread houses for the season.

Oopsie. I misidentified which side is which in the video. The first shot is the back, not the front. The front has the chimney.

On the 17th Day of Christmas ……………

I never made it to Sprouts or the Drug Store today as planned. Ongoing family drama ate up my energy, and the time it took to organize, edit and post the 55 pics from yesterday’s event to the residents’ website took up my time.

Rather than push myself to even leave the unit, not to mention drive out of the area, I ordered the needed specialty items online and expect delivery before I’ve depleted what little remains on hand.

Basic staples can be replenished at the market after Monday’s workout.

All in all, barring unforeseen circumstances, I don’t have to leave the unit, face the world until Monday.

In the meantime, there’s needlepoint and my latest project to work on.

Yes, I’ve been bitten by the Gingerbread Build Bug.

We’ll see how this one goes.

The Guessing Game Results are in.

The front runner is Olivia with 6 out of 10.

Mitchell and Bob tied for second with 5 out of 10.

Mitchell scores brownie points for pointing out Cratchit was in A Christmas Story, not Scrooge. None of us caught that error at yesterday’s event — probably because none of us knew the answer either way.

Bob was the most humorous with Christmas Trees being decorated with small edible children. ROFLMAO!

Sorry Debra. You’re in the bottom, with 2 out of 10, but you did better than some of the seniors that got zero, zilt, nada out of 10.

Now for the answers given at yesterday’s event.

1) What direction is Santa’s Route? — EAST.

2) Bob Cratchit’s son’s name? — TINY TIM.

3) What is made for Christmas but never eaten? — FRUIT CAKE, which answer I thought to be disputable, a trick question, because some people do eat it.

4) What were the very first Christmas Trees decorated with? You were correct if you answered any of the following — APPLES, GINGERBREAD COOKIES, NUTS, WHITE CANDIES.

5) What is traditionally put on top of a Christmas Tree? — ANGEL.

6) What was the name of Frosty’s girlfriend? — KAREN!!!!

7) What color is Holly? — GREEN.

8) What Christmas beverage is called Milk Punch? — EGGNOG.

9) What words follow "Silent Night"? — HOLY NIGHT.

10) What happens every time a bell rings? — AN ANGEL GETS ITS WINGS.

Some of you who did not post your answers, but kept a list — like Drum Major/Linda in Kansas ..... How’d you do?

Cold, Windy, Wet

The winter storm threatened promised to occur days ago, came to fruition around 7 a.m. this morning.

By 3:00 in the afternoon, windy and wet was gone, it was just cold. The kind of cold that came straight through the windows.

I’d yesterday watched the resident living across the quad in the unit above Red Light move out.

Having moved in around May 2021, other than waving at each other when coming/going to our cars, I never got to know her well, but I’ve heard from others that she was a school bus driver.

I’m beginning to think, along with painting, carpet cleaning/carpet replacement when a unit becomes vacant — especially that particular unit, a sage burning ritual needs to be performed to cleanse the place of negative energy, because it’s the third resident of that unit in a row I’ve observed to have their life fall apart after moving in.

What befell this resident was first losing her school bus driving job. She’d been fired after having an accident.

Then, to try to make ends meet, she began working in a pizza parlor.

It's a good guess that the pizza parlor job is probably not working out and inasmuch as I saw lots of family helping her move, she's probably moving in with family.

But the fact of the matter is that bad luck befell her after moving into that unit.

Coincidence?

Maybe, maybe not because ...........

The previous occupant of that unit was Sue. When Sue moved in (October 2015) she was vibrant and engaged, still holding down a part time job.

First thing to happen was having to sell her car because she couldn’t afford repairs. I don’t know if the lack of transportation caused her to no longer be able to hold down a job, but she no longer left for work every day and was rarely seen outside her unit after that time, began smoking and drinking to excess.

When Sue’s smoking and drinking impacted her health to the point where she could no longer care for herself, she was moved in with family.

The resident prior to Sue was a returnee (2013). She’d previously lived on the complex, moved out for whatever reason, then moved back to be close to her boyfriend living on the property.

Shortly after moving into that unit, she had a heart attack, survived, had a pacemaker implanted, but had to move out again for care purposes.

You get the picture?

It just seems that life goes down the tube for everyone moving into that unit since the guy who was living in the unit when I moved in (2012) moved out in 2013.

The blog name for the guy was "The Vampire", because I never saw him.

Supposedly he worked nights, but there were never any signs of life in that unit, insofar as I could ever see or hear.

Even when he moved out, it was stealth — probably late at night.

One day I saw Maintenance going in/out preparing the unit and realized the Vampire was gone.

Whatever bad energy is in that unit was left behind by him.

At any rate, we have a vacancy in the quad, but I wouldn’t recommend anyone moving in without a sage ritual or a priest to cleanse the place.

Too cold and dreary to head out today — not that I had anything pressing to take care of, I spent time catching up on scrapbooking, needlepoint and putting that mini gingerbread house together.

I tried both sugar glue and royal icing made with egg white. Both worked — the glue for building, the icing for decorating.

The results are a little messy — the glue areas could be cleaner, and I really need to take a class on how to decorate using a piping bag.

Suffice it to say, gingerbread builds are not a craft I excel at; yet, motivated by the holiday decorating shows on Food Network, I give it a try every year.

For my blogging buddy Mistress Maddie, I’ve added the traditional friendly neighborhood frostitutes.

Time is Relative

I had the bright idea last night, when there was nothing worth watching on television and the lighting was not bright enough (inspite of the LED magnifier) to work on the never-ending needlepoint project, to put together the gingerbread house I purchased in December ………… December of Last Year but never could fit into my schedule until now.

Didn’t take long to become frustrated with the royal icing included in the kit.

It wasn’t dry, just wasn’t of a smooth enough consistency to spread and wasn’t holding the walls together.

I was ready to quit when the first structure collapsed.

Remembering a hack I saw on TikTok of using sugar glue instead, I set about boiling sugar.

Takes a long time to melt sugar down into glue and I came too close to burning my fingers when dipping gingerbread pieces into the hot glue, not to mention it got sloppy at times with the glue leaving strings. I even dropped an entire gingerbread wall into the glue at one point.

Before I even got the walls of the first structure together, I lost my patience, abandoned the project, tossed the kit into the trash, disposed of the glue down the garbage disposal, telling myself ain’t nobody got time for this!

How interesting is it that I’ve the patience to stab aida cloth thousands of times to create needlepoint works of art, but not the patience to spend an hour or so building a gingerbread house.

Time really is relative.

I’ve been working on the never-ending needlepoint project practically every day since January of 2021, logging in upwards of 1,116 hours thus far and though not even halfway through have no problem with spending more hours, days, weeks, months, years to completion while I was pretty much over the gingerbread build in the first 15 minutes.

Inspired by Food Network’s Gingerbread Showdown, I still want to do a gingerbread house this season, so I’ll pick up something after this morning’s workout, maybe make my own royal icing and try again.

As for progress on the needlepoint project, though nowhere near completion I’m at least seeing a face appear.

Though my first gingerbread build of the season was an epic fail, I’ve been having great luck in finding My Hometown Elf in the market.

In previous years, our Hometown Elf was Cindy. This year it’s Zippy and he’s pictured holding a candy cane across his body.

I actually spotted what looked like it could be Zippy pretty quick. He was on a ledge nestled in with other holiday items but, inasmuch as there was no candy cane, I couldn’t be sure.

To make certain it wasn’t a decoy, I searched the store, saw nothing elsewhere and correctly announced to the cashier I’d found Zippy nestled and tucked away in a Christmas stocking.

I declined the little Candy Cane reward. I just enjoyed announcing I’d found it.

Next time at the market, I found Zippy with a fishing line hovering over the seafood station.

That was a cute and clever spot, obviously visible thought I.

Running into a 5K friend coming in to hunt as I was leaving, I didn't spoil her fun by telling her where the elf was located.

She later posted to facebook that she couldn't find it.

HOW could she have missed it?

Ain't Over Til It's Over

Woke up this morning feeling refreshed and ready to go for the first time since I don’t know when.

Probably because, with Jim — The Most Interesting Man, having been determined to be the source of that sense of an impending death, rather than immediate family, and having not heard from THEM last few days, with no further disturbances in the Force, I was able to get the first all the way through until morning sleep since I can remember when.

Monday had been painless.

A break in the rainstorm enabled me to finish that morning’s workout and make it back to the complex ahead of the storm starting up again.

Heading out that morning, I made a point to drive the long way out of the driveway to check on patio decorations.

From what I could tell, all were still intact, except the one that was under wraps until judgment day — the day the Tyrant was supposedly to have made a decision.

We’d STILL not heard who won by then — who placed, who showed, but the resident of that patio had already removed the display, which led me to hope that patio did not win, place OR show, because it seemed kind of cheesy to decorate, keep under wraps with the intent of having a big reveal — to be seen on judgment day, then to immediately remove before we’d been notified of the winning patios/before the holiday was over.

I myself don’t want the lights to go out, don’t want the holiday to end, so my plan is to unplug on New Year’s Day, then take my time returning items to storage.

I so don’t want the holiday to end that, when last at the drugstore, I’d picked up an on-sale gingerbread kit.

It will give me an opportunity to try the sugar glue option, instead of royal icing, but I may not get around to working on it for months ... but no one ever said we can only build in December.

With the office closed on Friday — New Year’s Eve, that gives the Tyrant until tomorrow to post January’s Activity Calendar to our doors, which calendar should indicate who won what (I’m beginning to think the winner might be my neighbor around the corner — the one with the poinsettia on her patio). However, it wouldn’t surprise me if we don’t receive a calendar until Monday the 3rd — too late to walk around, check out the winners, capture a photo for you if it was a patio I’d missed.

Actually, with the Tyrant’s track record, I’d not be surprised if the info was not in the calendar at all, and we never learned who won.

Stopping into the market, after this morning’s workout, was boring without an elf to hunt for. When I exited the market, intent on heading to the drug store for electrical tape — to see if I can salvage the power cord on one of the laptops, it began sprinkling. So, I put that errand on the back burner and high tailed it back to the complex before the rainstorm started up again.

Stopping by the mail center, I spotted one of Jan’s creations I’d not seen before.

She must have used a stencil on this one, because it’s too perfect to be hand drawn.

So, anyway, I don’t have to head back out into the world tomorrow after all. No beastmode back-to-back workout, because Trainer decided to keep Friday’s schedule as is.

Works for me.

Holiday Cookies

That was some rain storm we had yesterday. Today, the sun was shining, it was dry outside. It was almost as that all day, half the night rain never happened.

I for one was happy it happened on a non-training day, so I didn’t have to swim to the Pain Cave.

Heading out for this morning’s workout, I saw gone was the paper the resident I've dubbed Red Light District (RLD) had wrapped around the two patio doors to resemble Christmas packages.

Inasmuch as paper and water doesn't mix, it was probably necessary to remove the watered-down mess after the storm, but she’s soooo obsessive. Always fiddling around with the decorations on the patio.

With so many interesting patios for the Tyrant to choose winners from, RLD hasn’t a prayer of winning, so all this obsessing is a waste of energy.

Driving out of the complex, taking the long way around to see if the patio with the Christmas Tree has been unveiled, I saw it’s still covered with tarp. Which begs the question … why bother?

You go to the trouble of hauling all that stuff out, but then don’t get to look at and enjoy your handiwork, nor do you allow others to enjoy.

The contest ends in two days on the 17th, so my guess is the display will be unveiled just for the purpose of the Tyrant seeing and judging on that day.

Warm and cozy inside yesterday, I got started on the pre-built ready-to-decorate gingerbread house.

I worked on it a little before I headed out to the Pain Cave this morning, and completed when I returned.

Front and Side

Back

I’m happy with the results.

It’s an improvement over my past attempts at decorating gingerbread.

That done, it being chilly inside, I thought it would be nice to warm the place up this afternoon by baking some gluten-free cookies — and you can thank Mistress Maddie for how that turned out.

Mistress Maddie was the one that got me hooked on Reface, where I spend time swapping my face — like the time I made myself, to name a few ……….

Mona Lisa

Girl with the Pearl Earring

Nefertiti

Medusa

AND .... 

This time, Mistress Maddie got me hooked by the hilarious photo of a snow person called a “frostitute”.

So, I challenged myself to recreate that in cookie form.

So far so good, except that one cookie on the left looks like her implant surgery went a little off center.

Cooled and decorated (Decorated poorly. Would have been easier to decorate had I flattened them a bit).

It’s a good thing we’re not back to having Cookie Swaps yet, because I’d have gotten myself banned from the Community Room.