I spent Sunday dodging rude parking lot drivers, crowds, and frantic shoppers.
It was a real blast let me tell ya!
I was half tempted to run a few folks over with both my car and cart, but that’s not very holiday friendly or legal, so I didn’t.
Laws get in the way sometimes, ya know?
I kid of course.
After reaching our first destination, my oldest and I wandered the isles and I was suckered into buying one of these:
Now, let me just say these things look awesome!
All decorated and festive, inviting the masses to become mini holiday Martha Stewarts with their families.
In reality, the box shows impossible to achieve candy homes made from stale gingerbread, glue showcasing as frosting, and rocks sprinkled with sugar disguised as gum drops.
That we paid for.
I’m a bit of a gingerbread house skeptic.
But this year wasn’t so bad.
The middle child tore the box open with extreme excitement and only broke one wall of her Santa House.
The oldest read the super easy instructions.
And the baby only ate a little bit of her Christmas Village Chalet.
And when all was said and done, we only had one collapse.
It was a true Christmas miracle.
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