This weekend was the annual Christmas shopping/wrapping party extravaganza that Gulley and I have every year. And we had the best time and 99% of my presents are now wrapped and under the tree.
I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow.
But this is what Caroline did this weekend.
When she got home she told me it was the best morning of her life.
Which is funny because I’m pretty sure when I was eight years old that the best day of my life was the day I got my Barbie town home complete with an elevator.
And I don’t think those two things are the same.