I should be decorating the house, baking Christmas goodies, and making crafts with Oliver. Instead I am packing boxes, while coughing up a lung. SO. Many Boxes. Moving two weeks before Christmas was not my idea; I was happy with our January first moving date. Now, I am bitter. Oliver has been calling me grouchy face. Screw the Whole 30, I want wine and potato chips, and a turkey sandwich, on soft whole grain bread...and popcorn and prossecco, and some Florida friends to share them with.