I know who my real friends are because at holiday parties, they not only build my vision of gingerbread house (check out those sweet marshmallow bricks!), but then decorate them, also at my behest, with a frosting bicycle.
(I would live here! Except that I would probably die of sugar overdose)
I had nothing to do with building this house at all, other than having a ridiculous vision for it which was beautifully (if precariously) carried out by my friends, but it sure seems like a nice metaphor for 2020 somehow: dream up ridiculousness, and know that friends have your back to carry it out with you;) Whether it’s a gingerbread house with a bike on it or some other ridiculousness yet to be determined.
Happy new year, all! :)