A word problem

If anyone has my permission to mention the fact that

yet another year has passed, Anthropologie does.

My annual birthday card came.

Sheer genious.

"It's that time again..."

Exactly what I was thinking.

How did that happen?

I still have a couple of weeks, a day and several hours

before I can officially say it's the anniversary of my birth.

But maybe I won't.

It's a doozy of a number.

Don't ask. That's rude.

At least according to my granny in heaven, anyway.

She never knew her age.

She was 72 for like 12 years.

I plan on taking after her in that way...

If you're still interested, here's a clue.

It's in the spirit of those dang word problems

my fifth grade teacher used to give.

Mr. Floming.

Huge crush.

Super cute.

He was young. WAAAAY younger than I am now.

Or will be in 15 days and some hours.

Back to the clue.

This year my age's two digits equal 11.

11 is a fine number, isn't it?

The second number is 5 more than the first.

The second number minus the first is 5.

If you get it, treat yourself to something Anthro.

And no, you may not use my birthday discount.