Okay, it's actually one minute past midnight. But it's "technically" Thursday. I spent a couple of really good days doing A/P work for my boss (he's trying to help and I need the hands-on) and started in on my Christmas cookies.
I know it's early, but I spent years selling gingerbread for presents and I don't think my kids can get through the holidays without sugar unicorns and gingerbread trees. Just the sight of the unicorn cutter makes me nauseous. One batch makes 36 cookies, unless you make unicorns@48 to a batch. And no one ever ordered "just" one.
I once did 500 unicorns (with gold horns, white tails, and blue eyes) in exchange for a new-in-the-box Barbie mansion, complete with working elevator and rooftop spa. When she was small, my kid owned every Barbie, Skipper and variation known to mankind, including the modeling stage with the pretend-they're-walking conveyor belt and integrated sound system. Now that she's older, it's all about game-systems.
So far, so good. It keeps her mind off cars.