Day 29

It's our wedding anniversary today, so who better to target than my wife of thirteen years? And what better way than with some beautiful roses?

No, no, no. Not those kind of roses. In a weeks' time they're a bowl of murky water with some lethal twigs sticking out, surrounded by a pile of litter.

No, more like this:

I'm talking about the kind that will be there day after day, month after month, year after year... on and on... long after you're just sick and tired of them, but you know you can't get rid of them without lots of scratches and scars.

Seriously though, my wife knows she's my favorite person of all time. It was just in danger of getting all mushy and poetical up in here.

And one of the joys of living in North Carolina is that you can still buy rose bushes, even at the very end of October.