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It was a busy weekend because there was some celebratin' going on around here. That's what happens when someone has a Leap Year birthday. You just spend a couple of days celebrating it because nobody really knows when to do it. It can be very confusing and taxing on a person. Good thing I'm experienced.

In between all of the cake eating and being Queen of Everything, I managed to do this:



It turned out just as I pictured it, and I'm very pleased with it. It's hanging in my kitchen over this bench. Love! It's been on my list for awhile, but I finally found myself with an extra hour to do whatever I wanted.

Of course, that's what happens when you walk around all weekend saying things like: "It's my birthday. I can do what I want. Okay, it's not really my birthday. Because some doofus decided that he needed to even out the calendar and give us an extra day every four years and I had the distinction of being born on that day. So why shouldn't I get an extra day in the off years for my trouble? So no, it's not really my birthday--it's my UN-birthday and I can do what I want! Hmph!" So I only have a "real" birthday every four years. I'm not bitter. Much. Believe me, I've had a long time to get used to the idea. The upside is, that now I get to state my age as ten and a half.

I also had the opportunity to make some pillows. Not over the weekend, but last week. I had a lot of time at home last week because I didn't work. I didn't work because my children decided to catch EbolaHantaH1N1StreptoBarfoloma. Basically, I just handed over my paycheck to someone else.

I'll post some pictures of the pillows later this week. But you should know two things: 1. Making the pillows involved a sewing machine. 2. I don't sew. It was like a "Laverne and Shirley" episode and I was both Laverne AND Shirley. Sordid details to follow.