My computer is still in the shop, holding hostage all the blog posts and photos and tutorials I had planned for the past week. It's the stinkin' power button. Not the power supply, the actual button that you push. And evidently my computer is "too nice" to use the replacement power buttons that are easy to order. *bang head on desk*
TheVery 80s Murder Mystery High School Reunion party was set in the imaginary Babcock High in New York City, at the birthday girl's request. Obviously this was an excellent excuse to try making homemade pretzels.
A couple months ago (yes, I got sidetracked with all the holiday stuff), my friend's daughter decided that she wanted to have an 80s themed murder mystery for her birthday party, and asked if I could help plan the event. Um, yes please!
We always invite our neighbors over for pizza on New Year's Eve. Any excuse to fire up the wood-fired pizza oven I built is a good one, of course. And we like to stay home on New Year's Eve, we liked to include our kids in the festivities, and we really like our neighbors.
I think the Mayans got it slightly wrong. No, the world didn't end this week, but I did get buried in an avalanche of gingerbread. I'm renaming Operation Gingerbread this year Gingerbread-agemmon.