Hubs was out of town on business last night, as was Chilihead's husband. Being the problem-solvers we are, we took this excellent opportunity for a girls' night, and she and her kiddos came for a sleepover. The kids watched a movie and then all sacked out upstairs, while Chili and I got into full blogging mode downstairs (she had brought her laptop, of course).
So, we're sitting in my kitchen, me at my desk and Chili at the kitchen table, fingers clicking away furiously, when Chili says, "Oh my gosh, you have to see this. I'm going to e-mail it to you."
"Um, yes," I replied, "or I could just walk over there and see it."
Because, you know, those 8 feet from my desk to my kitchen table are an awful strain for a girl who has some bloggin' to do.
