Tonight I'm going to lose the battle to stay up. A cold--resulting in a snotty nose and loads of exhaustion--has bested me.
Hold up your tissue-filled hand and say it with me: aaaachoo! You are now officially a member of the club.
But before I lost my standing upright status and collapse into bed, I wrote names on slips of paper, folded them into tiny rectangles and drew one.
The winner of Marcia Gaye's book is...Kim. (I guess you need to figure the ratio of success before you figure the ratio of failure.
Kim--email me your address (my address is on the top horizontal bar) and I will send you the book. Groovy, huh?