I know you have all come here today, thinking you were going to read the next part in our ongoing saga. Not so. Don't hate me. I can only handle so much mushy in a week.
Actually, I just had to take a quick break to show you all what my kitchen looked like yesterday...
This is afterwards... dreading the cleanup...

Someone want to come do my dishes for me???



For those wonderful friends who let me borrow the crockpots- I swear, they will be clean!
I was up past 4am letting the food cool enough to put in ziplock bags to freeze. So in honor of my all-night cooking fest the theme song is "All Night Long" by Lionel Ritchie.