Still, it wasn't a half bad day. I got to hang out with my Russell nephews and niece. We burnt two entire batches of zucchini muffins, which were supposed to be my birthday cake. I ruined the cream cheese icing, which I went out specifically to buy the ingredients for and ended up getting hit in the parking lot of Safeway in my brand new (to me) minivan. Still, we ate the muffins, I ignored the dent, and I got sang to, not by the New kids, but by a bunch of kids I love so much more.
In the evening we went to our churches annual "Corn Bust." I like corn. I like busting. It worked out.
And, when we got home, I opened my present from Jared, and couldn't have been happier:
My toes liked turning 31. I will wear them everywhere.