I took advantage of the snow day today and made gingerbread cutout cookies. By myself, of course. Everyone’s willing to eat them but no one wants to help make them. I feel like the Little Red Hen for crying out loug (apparently my life is one big children’s story)! Needless to say there was no catching of the Gingerbread Man at our house today. Why not? Because I have every shape cookie cutter imagineable including 2 sizes of dog bones but NO gingerbread man. My coworkers will have to settle for gingerbread snowflakes and Christmas trees…if there are any left!