Manic Monday: Kit

Kits of any kind suck me right in. However, before continuing through this post, please refer to the one titled “Gingerbread is the devil”
It was a dark a stormy night…actually it was a sunny afternoon, but where is the drama in that? I was innocently grocery shopping when there it was: “Wilson Haunted House Gingerbread Kit” Out of all the Meijer’s in the entire world, it had to walk into mine. The kit of my worst nightmares. My biggest holiday food disaster. The kit known round the world, or at least my kitchen as “El Diablo” (and I am not even Spanish speaking)
*insert a bum, bum, BUM!*
FUN! It taunted. Easy! It screamed. Even a (6) month old couldn’t mess this up Becky!!!!!!!!!!! (That is the part where my imagination got the best of me) I held that kit in my hands for a good while. Pondering the fact that maybe THIS time, I could make the picture on the front of the kit.
The kit was sucking me in again. The spooky, yet edible holiday treat, adorable on any Halloween table! “What is $9.99 plus tax between old friends?” “I promise this time will be different! I am not like the other kits!” “You can’t just leave me here like this!”
“Frankly Halloween Gingerbread Kit, I don’t give a damn…” *insert sad music*
Then, really, really, really hoping I hadn’t spoken any of that aloud, I went to continue on my grocery shopping extravaganza, sans Halloween Gingerbread House Kit.