I'm A Brat

As we were leaving my Dad's today we spotted a neighbor plowing up his ground with his mule. She was working hard and it was just neato beans to see that people (and mules) still work hard the old fashioned way around here.

I was a brat today. A real brat. Marshall and Brooke left me sitting on the side of the road for FORTY FIVE minutes while they hiked in the woods. I would've gone with them but I had flip-flops on and they walked down this really big slope. I was SO mad because a) where we were was not one of my favorite places to be at all, much less ALONE, and b) I thought we were going to celebrate my birthday since Marshall wasn't here for it on Thursday. Anyway, I acted like a real jack-ass and boy was I ashamed afterwards. :( I don't know why I acted that way. I am under a bit of stress but I'll tell you about that tomorrow. :(

Brooke made me a cake today for my birthday:
I was talking, of course, when she snapped the picture. Anyway, thanks for the cake, Brooke. It was yummy.

Other than my titty-baby-wanker episode it was a great day. I would like to ask y'all to remember my friend Kandi in your prayers. Her father passed away yesterday. :( Please send up prayers and all your positive thoughts her way.

Happy Easter tomorrow, everyone. :)