An obvious headline (in this house, at least)

If you're lucky, this news clipping may not apply to you.  However, it greatly applies in the Good Gravy household.  

The naughty list: dog christmas card

My friend Elise's dog, Myko, is quite the character.  So much so that he deserved his own dog Christmas card last month which I designed.  


All items represented in Myko's "file" are hilariously true (okay, well maybe one is a stretch, but we wouldn't put it past him).

Break-in or renovation? You decide.

I may or may not have been been responsible for this:

I admit to nothing.  Ignore the crumbs on my face.

Excuse me while I clog my arteries

It's no secret I love bacon and these online finds have me drooling:

{via SkilletStreetFood}

{via Fred Flare}

{via Torani}

{via ThinkGeek}

And, beer + bacon + maple donut = hello, my darlings:

{via Rouge}

Get your craft on: DIY crayons

I've read many articles about making your own crayons from broken ones using cookie molds, so I thought Wavey would find it a fun holiday project for kid-gifts. 

So here's the rub: We didn't have enough organically-derived broken crayons, so we broke a apart a box of new ones...and what an UNHOLY MESS it was to peel the wrappers off of them. 

Did you know generic crayons affix their wrappers with the same glue probably used to hold rocket ships together in space?  Yep, now you know, and I have the wax under my nails to prove it.

We melted the crayons in the oven at 275-degrees for about 15 minutes and let them cool completely before popping them out of the mold.  Success!

Gingerbread house FAIL

My sister is in town and we thought, "Let's buy one of those pre-fabbed gingerbread houses to decorate.  How difficult can that be?" 

I think you can guess where this is going...

It didn't help that Emily and I carry the gene of impatience as we didn't bother reading any instructions. 

Between the two of us, Emily and I carry college and post-graduate degrees...clearly none of which were in engineering.  Or good judgement. 

The walls wouldn't stick, the roof collapsed, and icing was EVERYWHERE.  The kids basically gave up on us, threw a few candy pieces our way and took off.

Even the gingerbread men look zombie-ish and disgusted by our work.  

Hello, holidays!