But with the help of three little refrigerated tubes of sticky, sweet dough, I was able to wrap the gifts, spend some time with the girls
and bake and sprinkle all the cookies we needed (plus some for the office) and still get to bed before midnight. Thank you Betty Crocker, the PillsburyDoughboy, or more likely Erma Bombeck, or whoever came up with this saving one mother's mind at a time in the dairy section of my favorite grocery store.
One more day of work before my PAID vacation begins. How sweet it is!