What an afternoon. Structural defects. (Feel free to toss me a compassionate moan of disappointment here.) Now I know how whoever built the Tower of Pisa felt upon standing back and gaining perspective: Bummer!
My little house did not pass code because after I got both roof slabs on, I realized that one slab was sort of hammock shaped. I believe this happened when I put the cookie sheet in the oven and it went
I think the heat warped the pan and thus my slab.
So today, I couldn't stand it anymore. I heated a paring knife over a candle flame and cut that roof right off the complete house! Now remember, I had already shingled the roof, so this was no small feat. I had considered using an electric carving knife, but I was afraid the vibration would jar the piped decorations off. See, I told you this took a lot of engineering thought, and right now, I'm feeling pretty smug.
Long story short, I got it off, I replaced it with a newly-shingled spare slab, and voila! No more Leaning Tower of Gingerbread.
When Jorge came in from work, he saw the devastation of the roof ruins and crumbs, the candle smoke, the blackened knife in my hand, the icing on my face and in my hair, and so the first thing out of his mouth was an incredulous, "You are a maniac! You have 'gingervitis!'"
More riveting updates on the ginger edifice to follow. Ooh, I know. It's too exciting. You should get a full 8 hours sleep before I continue the saga or the adrenaline rush could kill ya.
You may not watch this show, but I must tell you that if you have ever worked in an office, there was a scene that you would relate to: the filthy office microwave.
People. This is my life.
So the receptionist, Pam, made a sign and posted it on the top of the microwave about cleaning up after one's self after using the microwave. Her co-workers hated this sign.
Guess what. I've posted a sign, too. Oh yes I have. It may not have been worded exactly like Pam's, but I have left one. And now I see, through the writers of this episode, how annoying the sign must have been to my co-workers. Apparently, people hate a sign telling them to clean up after themselves more than they hate exploded pizza in the microwave that they're just about to warm up their coffee in. Go figure.
In my defense, I actually cleaned up other people's mess before I made the sign. So I felt I had some authority to speak. And the sign I left was not so much bossy as sassy:
"Please cover your food before warming because it splatters. And you should clean up after yourself because your mama doesn't work here. Unless your daddy's name is Jorge."
But the best line in the show was Michael Scott explaining that his attempt to frame his hated co-worker, Toby, was dastardly, but necessary: [About framing Toby] "That's so mean. But sometimes, the end justifies the mean."