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Girls Unscripted

nothing good can come from this

Mmm… gore!

So it’s nearly 2 in the morning, (technically Halloween now) and I’m wide awake. Can’t sleep at all. And that really sucks because we have a big day tomorrow.

Tonight I tried something new and interesting: sugar glass. Voila!

mmm… gore!

I was kind of nervous at first from all of the hype about melted sugar being culinary napalm, but it all turned out no problem. It even came out clearer (less amber colored) than the instructions said it would. I’m just hoping it survives the night. I’m going to decorate the rest of the batch in the morning. Apparently the sugar glass absorbs moisture, and it would probably end up melting from the moisture in the frosting.

All in all, I think this Halloween experiment has worked out just fine.

This past weekend Ortego and I installed a new back door. I’d post a picture of it, but it’s dark right now seeing as it’s nearly 2 in the morning. It all went pretty smoothly. First, we had to rebuild the sub floor where the door would rest as every bit of what used to be there had rotted away. This seems to be a recurring theme in my house, rot. Anyhow, so we cleared out the dust and rubble, Ortego built a new supported sub floor, and we installed the door. This took all god damn day, but success! It was beautiful! We decided to leave the trim until Sunday, as we were all crazy tired.

So we got up Sunday morning and went to put on trim when: FUCK. The entire door is set at a crooked angle. No trim would ever fit there. So what did we do? Why, we took that door out again. I’m telling you, it took longer to remove the door from its spot than it did to put it back in again.

Anyhow, we finally got the door back in again, trimmed it out, and now I’m just putting off the caulking. (Don’t worry, I got plenty of “that’s what she said” jokes as Ortego was talking about the caulking that needed done.)

Tomorrow I plan to post our Halloween costumes, as they are all genius. I’ve worked very hard on getting them together and I can’t wait to take the boys trick or treating tomorrow. Also, I can’t wait for everyone to ooh and ahh over my gore cupcakes. Does that make me narcissistic?

~Anna