I'm not the best baker, but I like the idea of Christmas cookies. OK, I also like eating them for breakfast.
Steve cut up his raspberrry bars before going to work this morning. There are millions of oats all over the counter and the floor right now. I need a dog.
Goodies for the boxes. Is that a glittery pickle ornament, you ask. Why, yes, it is.
Yesterday was crunch day to assemble the boxes of goodies to send to the Aunties and Uncles. On my way to the post office...