The Dairy Queen — Allison Rushby

Want to know what I, The Dairy Queen, wish for?

* World peace.
* A positive pregnancy test for my sister.
* A best friend who suffers momentary sanity.
* A lifetime supply of "treaties" for my dog.
* And something -- anything -- that would erase this capital L from my forehead.

Not necessarily in that order.

Dicey doesn't remember the exact moment her world went splashing counterclockwise down the toilet, but it must have been somewhere between breaking up with her husband during an anniversary dinner, losing her pajama empire and being evicted from her home. Left with nothing but a bottle of red and a bucket of pistachios, she has to wonder, is there anything beyond rock bottom?

Yes. It's called Moo.

Heading back to Moo, her cow-obsessed hometown in the countryside, sounds ideal. But when Dicey is soon overwhelmed, er, embraced by the locals, she realizes the quiet anonymity she was planning on milking won't be possible. Especially when sour city-life invades and shows her that going home doesn't mean giving up.