So, I got my cinnamon rolls. Only, Daddy made them from a recipe he found online. Then, Julia made them with way too much cinnamon mixture, so really some bites were like filling your mouth with cinnamon and sugar. But they were so good. I loved them and if Dad is reading this I think that they were better than anything you could find at a store. They were warm and gooey and super-sweet. Well, that's all that really was happening around this morning. Dad is now in the cooking mood, which means something new from a cooking show for dinner tonight. Daddy also found the laser that you use to play with the cats, and is making them look stupid by having the light go up walls and all that. Well then, 38 days. I am officially making a countdown till April 4th. I think it's 38 days...