March 10. These were birthday gifts for my Aunt (not from me*). I honestly don’t know what it is with flowers. I’ve never really been too crazy about them. I really don’t know. They’re just like colorful leaves to me. Add this to the fact that they’re all dead now so like, why bother.
*I had a different “gift,” which wasn’t originally a gift, it was more like simply something I handed to my Aunt on the day that just happened to be her birthday, a pack of Thai coffee from an office friend who recently went to Thailand. Now she’s taken the coffee and I doubt she’d be displaying it in the kitchen counter to share with everybody. I’m perfectly okay with it, except…I really wanted to try that Thai coffee.
A Year in a Life 