Ann just emailed me from her BlogFone from the wilds of Grundy County, Tennessee. She, Hubbo and the younguns, who are on spring break, are heading for Atlanta for a few days of R & R in less rustic surroundings. (Sure, Ann talks a good game about the bucolic joys of the Piggly Wigglies of Grundy County, but she’d sell her June Hemmons Hiatt for hotel waffles and a manicure).
Ann’s urgent request: info on YARN SHOPPING IN ATLANTA. With 3 males in her entourage, she cannot waste a moment in an unworthy LYS. Tell her where to go.