So about four weeks ago I was discussing with the occupational therapist what fun holiday themed projects we could do this week with all 8 kids in our class. (I work in a classroom for middle school kids with special needs) The idea of gingerbread house was brought up, and me, being, well ... me, opened my mouth and went on about how much more I liked REAL gingerbread houses as apposed to the fake graham cracker ones. This turned into me volunteering/being volunteered to make 8 count em' 8 from scratch gingerbread house kits to be assembled at school tomorrow! :yikes: So for the past 5 hours I have been mixing,rolling,cutting out and baking gingerbread dough. My house smells oh so yummy but if I ever see another gingerbread I'm going to SCREAM! I'll post pics tomorrow of how they look assembled. Right now they are all in pieces. Man am I beat. My arms hurt, my back hurts, my shoulders hurt...and so help me if someone just eats their gingerbread tomorrow instead of making it into a house they are in SO MUCH TROUBLE! Okay...must. have. sleep. also a big glass of milk to counteract all of the dough I ate just thought I'd share.