One piece for the house, 18 pieces for my mouth

I feel ill. Not only am I thinking the same kind of "what have I accomplished this year?" ponderments as Lin, which always gets me in a somber mood, I have eaten the equivalent of 23 bags of confectioners sugar in the past 2 days. You see, Em is back in town for the holidays (WOO) and this year James decided we should make gingerbread houses. Not the kit kind, of course. Those are for weenies. (Yah right). Let's print out blueprints and make everything from scratch!!! WOOOO. Now that's what I'm talking about. The house actually came out pretty good, the second time around. The first time the roof was too heavy and collapsed. But my artistic talents are more evident in this house versus the one I did with Lin. Teasing. I still have no gingerbreading talent. Luckily Em is an artist-in-training. But I do have a talent for eating chocolate malt balls. A very strong talent. Which is why I am lean cuising it today. I thought i'd share a few photos....