Of course, I said "Yes."

Apparently, I screw up a lot of plans. First, I refused to go out to dinner. Then, I made Kenny go with me to an appointment at Texas Children's. I wouldn't leave the house. I wouldn't go take a bath. For days, I was very uncooperative. On Christmas Eve, after days of messing with Kenny's plans, I decided to put together a desk for the kids. Kenny tried to talk me out of it, but I just had to. I wanted to do it in the living room. Kenny practically pushed me into the bedroom, telling me what a bad idea it would be to put it together in the living room. "The kids could wake up and catch you." Logical enough.

Halfway through the project, Kenny wanders off to make a burrito. Honestly, I didn't question him. I like putting things together. He could go eat his burrito for all I cared. I was almost finished with the last screw on the desk when Kenny insisted I come help him with some presents in the living room. Really? I just put a desk together by myself, and you can't shove a present under the tree? I laughed, and went to see what exactly he needed help with.

What I found was this...

And inside the cupcake box (from my absolute favorite cupcake shop, none-the-less) was this...