A week ago, I asked my wife if these were poinsettias. She told me that they were something that starts with an H. Hydrangeas? Not Heather. Holly maybe? Hibiscus?
Maybe that last one. I don’t know. All I do know is that tomorrow is my 45th birthday (I think), and while I can still remember the atomic number of oxygen (8) and can name every Marvel movie from phases I, II, and III, in order, I often forget stuff someone told me 3 days ago. Also, my back hurts, but I’m going to pretend to blame that on my daughter’s speech and drama competition instead of the advancing years, because the beds in the hosting hotel had NOTHING on medieval torture devices.