one-two-three

January 23rd. One-two-three. Just like that, today I am 27.

I used to think it'd be pretty awesome to have been born in 1945. My birthday then would have been 1/23/45 -- one-two-three-four-five. But if I had been born in 1945, today I would be 64. I think that today I'll take the number 27, thank you very much.

After all, as Blake reminded me last night, the number 27 is a pretty great age to be, mathematically speaking. A month ago, he graduated from the age of 27, so he ought to know, right? Twenty-seven is three cubed, he said, and it's only once in your life that you are three cubed. Apparently that, along with a few other equations which I can't remember at the moment, makes the number 27 pretty magical.

A lot of people have already passed along happy birthday wishes (thank you, Facebook!). They have all hoped that my day is a good, happy one. I hope that it is, too. I hope that Garrett keeps his whining to a minimum. I hope that Blake is able to come home from work on time tonight. I hope that the weatherman keeps his promise and the predicted tropical mid-40s tempertures really do surface because this Below Zero business we've been dealing with lately is getting pretty old.

And you know what else would make me happy? Comments on my blog. (Really, who doesn't like comments on their blog?) I hope that today I hear from all those of you who read what I write. I love knowing who my audience is. I love knowing why you keep coming back. So, if you're reading this, please drop a note to say hello. It's as easy as one-two-three.