This morning I've been making my last shopping list. I have to venture out for one final run to the grocery stores. I'm not looking forward to the traffic, the parking, the lines and the general chaos. Maybe after another cup of coffee I'll feel better about the situation.
When I went to bed last night, there was all sorts of activity in the kitchen. This is the sight that greeted me in the morning.
My daughter was the cookie elf. She got this whole baking thing started, and there's more in the works this morning. I don't want to break the spell, so I'm just going to stay out of the way. Now if only I could find a cleaning elf . . .