The Help...

I jumped on the old band wagon and read the book, "The Help".

I totally loved it. Every little minute of it was entertaining and I highly recommend it -- even though it is all the rage right now. I tend to wait until all the hype is over to join in with the lemmings on things like new books and movies, which is a sure sign of a little stubborn streak. And I wonder where my kids get it?

I still don't know if I'll see the movie because Skeeter and Mae Mo and Aibileen are all perfect creatures in my head and I hate when Hollywood miscasts according to my ideal image.

Anyway, two things happened to me while I was reading this book:

1. I started talking to my babies in a southern accent. No lie, I would say stuff like, "You Mama's Good Boy aren't you..." As I was snuggling with one of my little bugs. Or, "We gonna get you in the tub cuz you all a mess."

What the crud is that about? None of my family is from the south but I picked up on it like an embarrassing little mocking bird.

2. I became a baking machine while I was reading. I created two batches of zucchini bread, cookies, my favorite dessert (named Sex in a Pan, for the record) and then I BOUGHT some Costco croissants... (Law knows I ain't gonna be baking no croissants). All that talk of fine foods and award winning pie and caramel cake turned me into a sorry white version of Martha Stewart.

So there you have it. Some random information on a Wednesday afternoon about a truly great book. Go beg, borrow or steal it today and let the baking bonanza begin. :)