The number 21 is burned into my brain for some reason. I don’t understand why. For as long as I can remember, my neocortex has insisted that my wedding anniversary is on May 21, NOT May 22, the correct date. Thus, I went out last night to find proper flowers for my bride, and after some dead ends I found tulips in a lovely shade of coral and surrounded them with alstroemeria. I had to do this on the bench in the basement quietly so as not to alert Jen; I still have a long way to go in my career as a flower arranger, but I think the overall effect comes across OK.
In any case, Happy Early Anniversary, blondie.