the part where it's over.

It's the day after and thousand of miles later and it's all unwrapped and exhausted and full. Full of sugar cookies.

My best part?

I love the face -- the one that the facial muscles cannot help but spasm into when their owner is completely and utterly surprised and delighted by something you wrapped up all nice and pretty for them.

It's a tricky thing -- for some people it takes diamonds and foreign cars with big red bows - but I'm lucky enough to be surrounded by people that only need things like spatulas and saved by the bell dvds. They're good people, those people.