What I’ve learned over the holidays:

(1) I’m unable to open a gift in shrink-wrapped cellophane, or plastic, without the aid of scissors or a knife.

(2) People who put sticky price tags on anything must be sadists who know that the tag will never come off in one piece, and the sticky paper droppings will end up on your fingers, nails, the floor, or the cat.

(3) A law in California allows anyone under 4 ft. 11 inches tall to get a handicap sticker for their automobile. That’s what my 4 ft. 9 inch 38-year-old granddaughter told me though she lives there and has never applied for one.

(4) The on-line recipe for Katy’s Pantry sugar cookie dough tastes better than my usual Aunt Chick’s dough, but the cookies don’t taste near as good as Katy’s. That was my thought, but my 12-year-old granddaughter said she likes my usual raw cookie dough better than the Katy’s version.

After searching for years I found the Aunt Chick three-dimensional cookie cutters at grandmascutters.com and thought it would be a great stocking stuffer, but it went over like a ton of bricks.

(5) I’m not a good hunter, but I am great at hiding stuff from myself. I’ve searched for four days straight, and even got two large trash bags out of the garbage, in hopes of finding photos of our kids and grandkids that I’d put in envelopes for them.

My at-home dumpster diving did produce a gazillion sales slips, wrappers and boxes from fast food places, Hobby Lobby and TJMaxx.

One bag was almost full of sticky cans. That proves what I already knew: I drink way too much Dr Pepper. Don’t even go there to think I might give up my pop for a New Year’s resolution. That’s not happening, but I will continue to hunt for those old photos during Hallmark movie commercials.