Oh my stars, I’m sure you’ve about chewed every last fingernail down to the quick so I’ll end the suspense. The big secret is: We’re having a Christmas Contest! Yep, we’re doing that just for you because you’ve become like second cousins once removed and we like you a bunch.
Beginning Monday the 24th through January 4th, we’re gonna to post one Christmas childhood photo a day of us Fillies and your job is to guess who each is. I declare we’re set to make you work for it. Ain’t gonna be easy because we’re all cute as a button.
Now I know you want to hear the rules . . . you can vote as many times as you want to but only correct answers will count. The winner will be announced on Saturday, January 5th.
And what do you win you ask? Well, some lucky gal will win herself a 2008 hunky cowboy wall calendar, a DVD set of 34 episodes of Bonanza–remember Little Joe Cartwright? Be still my heart!–plus a passel of other goodies. Sound good? Okay, get your eyeballs and brain to working because the first picture will go up on Monday.
The Fillies have worn themselves to a frazzle gettin’ ready for ol’ St. Nick so there won’t be a bit of blogging until after Christmas week. We’re taking a little vacation. But, don’t get to thinking we’re hightailing it out of here. On Saturday, December 29th we’ll have Catherine Stang dropping by to guest blog. She has a book called Sweet Serenity that I’m dying to hear about.
So, everybody have a very Merry Christmas. I’ll be listening for the prancing and pawing up on my roof and waiting for that jolly old man to slide down my chimney. And he’d better bring me something too or I’ll fill him full of buckshot. Take care now and don’t forget to come back Monday for some fun.
Hello Darlings! I have a big secret that I’m dying to tell, but you’ll have to hold onto your bloomers until Saturday because I’m busier than Santa packing his sleigh. We’ve got to get this place gussied up and ready for ol’ St. Nick. The Fillies are busy trimmin’ the tree, putting up garland, and stringin’ lights. When I can keep ’em out of the eggnog, that is! I swear it’s a chore! Come back Saturday and I’ll share the surprise. Don’t forget now, you hear.
Darlings, very soon author Joyce Henderson will arrive on our doorstep. All of us fillies are on our best behavior. . .well, most of us anyhow. I’m still trying to whip a few into shape. Seems some of the girls have gotten into the eggnog. But I’ve given them a talkin’ to and they should be fine. Drop by Saturday and show Miz Henderson some real down home hospitality.
My stars! Wildflower Junction’s welcome mat is getting more workout than a beehive in pollinating time. We no sooner get it taken up before we have to roll it out again. But we fillies just love to have company and that’s no joke. Nothing gives us greater pleasure than entertaining a lovely author. This week Miz Joyce Henderson has put pen to paper and written one of those blogs. She’ll be talking about her humdinger of a book, To The Edge of the Stars. Sounds so romantic I do declare. I just love those books about handsome cowboys. Meet us right here on Saturday for a rip-roaring good time.
Darlings, ah know you’re about to bust your buttons with the news of a gen-u-ine New York Times bestselling author coming. Yep, Bobbi Smith has bought her ticket and will arrive at the Wildflower Junction train depot bright ‘n early Saturday morning. Sashay by and join the welcome party. The band is already tuning up their instruments. We’re gonna have us a time, make no mistake about that.
The floors are swept, furniture’s dusted, and all us fillies are gussing up for our guest. Bobbi Smith, Queen of the Western Romance, will sashay over to sit a spell with us. Yep, Saturday’s the big day. Circle it on your calendar so you won’t forget now, you hear? You don’t wanna miss it.
My, oh my! I do declare, y’all are gonna get a treat. Kathryn Albright is saddling up and riding over to visit. She’s all fired up about her new Harlequin historical, “The Angel and the Outlaw.” Mosey on over Saturday and we’ll have more fun than the law allows or my name isn’t Felicia Filly.