Dear Scarlet

Dear Scarlet, 
Grandma sent home all this stuff for us to make a gingerbread house with. All week long you were begging and begging me to make it with you. One day we pretty much had the house to ourselves. I figured it would be the perfect opportunity. We put on some Christmas tunes and got to work. The first obstacle was not having a mixer to stir the icing glue mix with. After stirring manually forever we decided to try to assemble the house. We tried for what seemed like forever. By that time my YouTube app and frustration had led me from blink 182 Christmas to just plain angels and airwaves. So we are standing there literally trying to scotch tape this  thing together and listening to The Adventure instead of Belle and Sebastian’s 12 Days of Christmas and nothing is going right. It was an entire week of things gone wrong and all week I had been on the verge of emotional breakdown. I’m standing there, glue icing on my face and scotch tape falling from the gingerbread and I just lose it. Tears everywhere. I realized this gingerbread house wasn’t gonna happen and it’s going to be put at the top of the growing list of things that didn’t happen this week. You walked over to the other side of the bar and patted my back. You told my that it’s not a big deal and we can make a California Girls video, and that’s exactly what we did. We took the cardboard and spread what was left of the icing glue onto it. Then we decorated it like Christmas Candyland and made a snowman out of marshmallows. “This Candyland is looking rough,” you said. You were right. It’s the crappiest Candyland of all time, but it’s our crappy Candyland and it’s what we have right now.