It finally happened. I caught the Christmas bug, which was spurred on by the two dozen Sprinkles cupcakes a vendor sent me at work last week. Then I made a long list of material stuff I
expect hope the Husband will get me. Oh and we also put up our tree, cuddled with some ewoks, had dinner with friends (complete with the strongest mint juleps alive) and listened to Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas” on repeat. You can call me Ms. Claus.