24

Today is my birthday. 24 is the magic number this year. 24 greeted with one of the coldest birthdays on record at -24*F (not including windchill) along with yellow carnations from my husband as featured in my blipfoto. He never plans ahead with flowers and buys them directly from the grocery store so I usually get carnations. I don't tell him this, but I strongly dislike carnations. Instead of being blunt, I try to hint around that he should plan ahead, but this has yet to sink in.