Audra Jennings

In case any of you were curious as to what I have done on my birthday, it would bore you terribly if you knew. Yesterday, my parents took me and the girls out to Chili's with our Sunday lunch friends. Peyton, of course, told them it was my birthday. As annoyed as I was at her, I gave her my ice cream. My parents gave me my gift early, an owl cookie jar I picked out and told my mom to buy and hold on to until my birthday. That happens most years at birthday or Christmas. I did take the day off because who wants to deal with all things Monday when it's your birthday? My day started off with... oh wait, I was up until 2 AM this morning working on my mom's Christmas present. I wasn't working on it until then, but until about 1 or so. I finally got all the hexagons together! I got to sleep about 2. At 7:59, my home phone rang with my mom calling. "Happy birthday! Am I the first one to call?" "Thank you. Yes." "You aren't working...

I would say that I didn't know what was up with Peyton yesterday, but what was up is that I played into one thing and got sucked into something bigger. Today was Mom's birthday, so she and Dad went out to pick up the girls and bring them into town so they could spend the day. Paige wouldn't let Peyton use a certain tool in the yard, so Peyton's feelings were sort of her. The "mean ol' Paige" thing. I told her I would take her with me to get a bag of chips at my house since we needed them to go with our lunch a little later. Well, that was it. Stuck like glue. We went to get the chips, then to an estate sale where we bought this hen shaped cookie jar as birthday present, "just from ME and YOU, not from Paige." Oh, we saw a guy washing his airplane (minus the wings) at the car wash on the way. Because I got my hair cut last week, Peyton decided she wanted me to take her to get hers cut. OH, how she begged. I told her that getting a wal...