Beth hosted a Pampered Chef party tonight, and just in case she wants to post about it, I won’t say too much. It was great to see Stephannie (and Oliver!) and Jill there (and Tammy, too, but I don’t know if she reads this or not). Annette was invited, but she had some ‘birthday’ thing with her nephew, so she missed out.
Beth served margaritas, and let’s just say that liquor and shopping can be a dangerous combination. It was fun looking through the catalog at all the stuff. For the most part, I treasure my knife over most of the kitchen gadgets there, but there were parts of the lady’s presentation that set the ol’ gears a-turnin’. (Microwaves and cake, microwaves and chicken… hmmmm…. chicken and cake?) Anyway, I ordered a little sheet pan that ought to keep me happy.
I’d write more, but I’m pretty wiped out.
Deborah, you should tell your butt sweat story so people know why yesterday’s comment was so funny.