I mean, Happy Holidays!  I just tripped over my son, kicked over a present and landed in a pile of wrapping paper and ribbon.  Thankfully the scissors weren’t there, or I’d 1) have boy hair or 2) be dead.  I’m washing, wrapping, packing, and we’ll be out the door in four hours.  Hopefully.  We’re hitting my hometown for Christmas.

Merry Christmas, everyone!  I wave to you from my wrapping carnage.  Choose joy!