Thursday, May 05, 2005

five 5

While talking to my brother today he reminded me that at 5:05 it was an historic moment. A very neat numerical oddity that my Grandpa Robby would have loved. May fifth two thousand and five at five oh five. He even pointed out that it's on a Thursday, for those who start their weeks on Monday rather than Sunday.

I called my kids to tell them about it. They were suitably unimpressed. I pointed out that it would not happen again for another 100 years (and quite frankly I don't think I'm going to be around for the next one). The calm response from V was a slow, measured, "okay Mom." That tone that lets you know they are sure you have lost whatever remaining marbles you may have possessed.

I was in the IGA parking lot talking to my friend Lindsay, where were you at 5-5-05:5:05?

1 comment:

Niina said...

Uh, how droll, I didn't notice that! And we do start our weeks on a Monday here. But I was at home studying for an exam (how boring).