My kitchen table, yesterday.
I'm back from the Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop, and it was a really lovely time. I actually got back early yesterday morning, and I promise I'll have a full write-up about conference tomorrow, but for now, I need to help Marcus wrangle two 6-year-olds: a friend's daughter (who happens to be Alex's best friend) is staying with us this weekend while he rides 150 miles from Houston to Austin.
Which in my world, while admittedly for a good cause, is pure madness.
Anyway, the girls have demanded blueberry pancakes for breakfast, so off I go. Hope you guys are having a great weekend.
Also? There really is no place like home.