I love numbers. Sudoku. Math. Number patterns. Balancing my checkbook to the cent every month. I remember numbers. It's a curse when someone changes their phone number. What am I supposed to do with the old phone number stored in my head? I remember birthdays, which makes some people uncomfortable because they can't remember mine. Remembering mine is not the point. I can't help remembering their birthday, therefore I live with the guilt if I don't acknowledge it. If you happen to have any spare chocolates around, it's my birthday today.
Today is Friday the 13th. I obviously am not superstitious since I don't believe the lame horoscopes or fortune cookies that have been very greedy with their luck. (I'm protesting against Chinese restaurants.) Today would be a lucky day, since I've survived six other birthdays that were on Friday the 13th. I won't be having another Friday the 13th birthday until 2016 - SeVen years from now. I looked for a pattern but didn't find an easy one. If you figure out the pattern, I will send you a prize. Does anyone want an 18 year old son?
My Age. Another number. Numbers can lie. They can be vindictive and cruel. Only when it comes to age, weight and Price tagS. I don't mind my age. I just don't want to look my age. I will send a prize to the person that guesses the best guess. I didn't say the correct age, I said the best guess. That would mean the answer I like the best. And for those that know my true age - don't you dare post my age on my blog. It's my blog and I'll delete if I want to, delete if I want to, delete if I want to. You would delete too if it happened to you.
Now I have to shout to another Feb birthday from the 11th - my old MTC roommate Robyn. She and her companion were going to Texas and my comp was going to the Manchester mission and I went to the London mission. We kept touch all these years. One More shout out to an office mate: Rodney - get better soon.