safely buried

i'm safely home, and all that that entails. at the moment, it entails being buried in unwritten papers and unorganized presentations and unread novels up to the ceiling. but that's normal for now, right?

the reason for my blog today is twofold: one, to alert the reading masses of my return and pseudo-health. two, to make the following announcement:

small town has decided to bake the world's largest gingerbread man. the guinness book has been consulted, the process has been worked out, the people have been excited. so excited that the town is littered with life-sized wooden gingerbread men and -women, painted with clothing or left naked, but all outlined by christmas lights. these are in front of nearly every shop, with the owner's name around the gingerbread person's neck. even some houses sport anthropomorphic baked goods. wow.

the baking goes down on december 2nd, and i'll be sure to let everyone know how it goes. my biggest fear about the whole thing is:

a) that people will get ill from eating this giant man-cookie (small town's health department is ... that of a small town)

b) that a gingerbread man of shrek proportions will dominate the landscape on billboards (scaring away potential antique shoppers)

c) that small town will be known as the town that baked the largest gingerbread man ... ever (putting small town on the "map of dubious fame")

d) that small town will be known as the town that attempted to bake the largest gingerbread man ... ever (making small town a laughing stock)

e) i don't see why it can't be both .... er .... all.

and with that,

peace and love (and gingerbread)