I confess it didn't even occur to me to try for 9:09. I think at that hour (and minute) I was eating my oatmeal while my mind ran around panicking about all the work I have to do today. Actually, my mind is still doing that, though I am no longer eating oatmeal. Or maybe my mind has turned to oatmeal. Aaaagggghhh!
At 9:09 this morning, my ex-husband's girlfriend was calling my phone because he doesn't answer either of his when she calls. She wanted to know if he was still asleep (he's living downstairs until the end of this week, and she figures I'll know why he isn't answering or where he is if not here). What she failed to consider was that I was asleep, having been up until 3 this morning (because I'm up until 3 EVERY morning, of late)(Hey, 3 is the square root of 9). Sigh.
There's also "nein", as in "Nein, I am not getting up to go downstairs and wake his inconsiderate ass up because you're feeling insecure about your boyfriend still living with his ex-wife."
Ray of sunshine today, ain't I?? That's what happens when the phone interrupts a dream invovling Mike Rowe and...erm...yeah, never mind...
Well at 9:09 I was in the middle of walking 9 kilometres! (okay, it was more like seven and a half, but that wouldn't have worked as well. And y'all probably think I'm a big Canadian weirdo now because I said kilometres. I'll just go have a beavertail and shut up.)
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15 comments:
Hey, I did the same. Posted at 9:09am. High Nine!
999999 999 99999 9 999 99. xo9.
You guys are making me feel lame. At 9:09 I was standing in line at Starbucks, praying I could keep my eyes open until 9:09 tonight!
And today is the 252nd day of the year! 2+5+2=9!
I remember listening to Revolution 9 on my turntable as a kid...The White Album?
I give this post a perfect 9! I love the list.
I confess it didn't even occur to me to try for 9:09. I think at that hour (and minute) I was eating my oatmeal while my mind ran around panicking about all the work I have to do today. Actually, my mind is still doing that, though I am no longer eating oatmeal. Or maybe my mind has turned to oatmeal. Aaaagggghhh!
At 9:09 this morning, my ex-husband's girlfriend was calling my phone because he doesn't answer either of his when she calls. She wanted to know if he was still asleep (he's living downstairs until the end of this week, and she figures I'll know why he isn't answering or where he is if not here). What she failed to consider was that I was asleep, having been up until 3 this morning (because I'm up until 3 EVERY morning, of late)(Hey, 3 is the square root of 9). Sigh.
There's also "nein", as in "Nein, I am not getting up to go downstairs and wake his inconsiderate ass up because you're feeling insecure about your boyfriend still living with his ex-wife."
Ray of sunshine today, ain't I?? That's what happens when the phone interrupts a dream invovling Mike Rowe and...erm...yeah, never mind...
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
Aren't there several Beatles songs that reference this number as well?
And . . . my ninth wedding anniversary!
Well at 9:09 I was in the middle of walking 9 kilometres! (okay, it was more like seven and a half, but that wouldn't have worked as well. And y'all probably think I'm a big Canadian weirdo now because I said kilometres. I'll just go have a beavertail and shut up.)
You're clever. I didn't even know today's date. That's sad.
I love you.
You left out Completion.
T.
Nine's about my faavorite month. And then there is ten.
very clever I love those perfect number days as well must be my inner nerd
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