Thursday, December 22, 2011

the anthropomorphic biscuit

Hurrah for finding secretly stashed bottles of vodka in the cupboard and for spontaneous nights out. And for friends who take their eyebrow penciling down a notch to the upper lip Le jeune homme francais danced his sweaty socks off and led the party in style. Dragging us into the hangover of the following noon wherein our pre-Christmas crackings had us crying out cravings of sugar and we commenced the annual Gingerbread bake.
Our comrade-in-arms found himself as inspiration for the decoration of our delicious cookie men ooh la la si mignon! I had my Crayolas near to hand and drew up a few cards for emergency snail mailing after having found out the shocking fact that the last date for international posting passed some time ago...

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