I said goodbye to my little office space.
And finished some baking [almond cake balls and short bread cookies].
D and I even soaked up some of the sights of Baton Rouge.
Now. To get all of this into one of our small cars.
I've got the clinch fist, shut eyes, throw arms in the air, and twirl around kind of excitement!
In other news, does anyone else cry every time Santa speaks to that little Dutch girl on a Miracle on 34th Street? Every. Time.