. . . but the biscuits were okay.
Actually it was the toast. Sounds like a bad country song, right?? It's my life. Which leads me to believe that most of those unbelievable country song lyrics may have a hefty thread of truth to them! But I digress . . . I did burn the bacon.
Todd came in off shift this morning bearing mail. One big box, one small box and one large, padded manila envelope. The name on the return address on the manila envelope made me squeal and drop *everything*.
Barbara Brackman.
Can you guess what was inside?????
And look at the inside cover . . .
I know, right? How in the world did I help Barbara Brackman!! See page seventy-eight:
I'm in a quilt book.
**squeeeeeeeeeeeal**!!! Here's where I first blogged about the Kentucky Crossroads block.
And that's why I burnt the bacon. It's totally understandable. I'm still glowing.
:)
