So, I admit it. I still get giddy when it’s time to go to bed on Xmas eve, and would probably hit the sack at 8:30 and get up at the crack of dawn if people would let me.

And lets just say that the hubster doesn’t like me on Xmas morning when I wake him up.

I bought and wrapped most of my presents myself and I’m still as excited as a five year old.

And now, since I convinced (read: made) the hubster go to the post office for me today I have nothing else on my list for the rest of the week.

10 pounds of fudge is made, 15 dozen cookies are baked. Presents are wrapped and even ready to put in the car to take to various family functions.

We’ll be headed to my Mom’s house for Xmas, home for a few days, and then off to the in-laws for New Years. A lot of driving, but (fingers crossed) hopefully not in yucky weather.

Anyway, surprise, surprise, I’m going to do a little bit (or hopefully a lot) of writing today.

What do you have left to do?