I went gingerbread house decorating with a bunch of old neighborhood friends. They are such old neighborhood friends that a few of them don’t live in the neighborhood anymore. It’s terrible how someone moves, I swear, 1.5 miles away (but over the freeway) or 10 miles away and you just don’t cross paths anymore. Edda stayed home with a sitter, Vince and Jeremy went to a concert in Virginia and I went to put sugar on a house. Jeremy met a nice person at the concert and said that it would have been great to include this person in our social circle, but said person lives in Virginia and that it would just be impossible to be good friends with a person in Virginia. I can’t even be good friends to my good friends who live 1.5 miles from me (but over the freeway).
I spent a lot of effort on the roof. But then I lost creative steam and started to eat the candy.
Everyone else took photos of the houses, I took a photo of my pals.