Okay, so I'm lame and I couldn't decide because, seriously, how do you decide which child is more deserving than another....especially if you ask their moms!! I mean, what was I thinking??? So, I had to revert to the old Tried-and-True-Solver-of-All-Disputes: The Sugar Bowl of Despair. (Named by my children, since we use it to assign the chores that NOBODY wants to do.
It's pretty, isn't it? It's Spode and the pattern is called Christmas Tree and the folks who designed it would probably just die if they knew that at my house, it was not the place for storing sugar, but the place for shaking around little papers that said things like, "pick up dog poop" or "remove all dog hair from down stairs" or "vaccuum stairs" or "three loads of laundry". Yes, the list goes on and on.
But the Sugar Bowl of Despair had a higher purpose this morning. Instead of groans of annoyance, the SBD got to hear joyous cries of, "Hooray!" (Yeah, I'm exaggerating. No one was awake but me and my youngest, who enjoyed making the slips and drawing them. We whispered, so as not to wake anyone else......)
And the Winner is: Amy Tate (whose child unfortunately has a broken butt....it's cracked, you see......) So Amy, email me your address and I'll send your book right out. (My email is firstname.lastname@example.org).
But, I am a big fat softie because both Larissa and etriv made me tear up a little with their comments, so as a consolation prize, you guys get a signed paperback of Get Well, Good Knight. E-mail me with your addresses and I will send your copies right out!
And, if you are new here or if you come by frequently, I have been persuaded by my blogging friend Tricia O'Brien to put up the little followers widget on my page (actually, she explained to me how to do it, because folks, I am the master of technology......not). Anyway, it's there on the bottom, so feel free be my follower and if you do, well, I'll follow you right back!
I was going to post more, but if I write too much, then it's more for me to proof read......so I'll just post more later when my eyes (and brain) wake up.)