Very very very Happy Christmas.
We made it to my son's. I like the house they bought. My son calls it "a 1950s grandma house" and it is, but it's very nice.
B sees a picture and says, "It's not cluttered." "Don't worry," I say, "I brought 50 pounds worth of clutter." My son has the clutter gene but his fiance does not. He likes it uncluttered.
This morning I go to make my tea and there is a container with a sticky note. "Gluten free cookies for Santa." I laughed. My daughter made cinnamon rolls to have for breakfast but I still can't eat gluten. She offered to make me some gluten free thing and apparently she did. Hooray!
And I love the silly Christmas Song!