The painter is in my kitchen (I totally wanted to make you all think I'm painting my own kitchen, but there's this wicked high ceiling and let's face it, some rooms require professional work--see: any room with vaulted/cathedral ceilings) and a blizzard is upon us. Last night J, our painter, called and told me "I'll be there tomorrow morning at 7:30." In the last 12 hours I've rushed and bought the paint, tore apart my kitchen, unscrewed about 70-zillion switchplate/outlet covers and assured Mr. G that no, we're not moving. We're only painting the kitchen. This, on top of our regularly scheduled programming.
Meanwhile, the comment box cracked me up--but you all mostly knew my fave BFF's from fiction:
And many of you have dropped by Jen's to enter her book giveaway.
But WAIT! There's MORE!
Kat over at Seeking Sanity--Brave, Fellow Cheesehead, Fellow Packer-loving, Kat who has 3 gorgeous boys and an adorable little girl, Kat who Jayne (my neighbor gal) and I would lovelovelove to meet (seriously, I need to host a Wisconsin blogger get-together, one with brats, beer, cheese and some kringle...), Kat whose blog I've been reading for years now--you know, that Kat, is giving away a copy of Whipped, Not Beaten.
I feel so darn lucky to have such sweet friends.
And I'm floating on all the lovely reviews people are giving Whipped, Not Beaten.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a hot date with a snow shovel.