Happy Birthday I Russ and Peg
Russ was standing at Peg's door for possibly the ninth time that week. In his hand he held not only alcohol (for a change but a gift bag as well). Yes it was that inevitable time of year when you bought your best girl friend something for her birthday. Now Russ was awful with gifts always has been always will be so he always bought multiple things in the case they didn't like one thing the other gifts would make up for it. "Peg?" He called, knocking on her door. "Ready?"











