09/09/09

I'm no numerologist. I won't be formulating anything. But it's still a fun date. I won't live to see it again. [I would be 134 years old in 2109.]

So how to celebrate?

Chase's lunch has 9 grapes. You think that counts? [BTW: There was much drama over lunch this morning. She refused to have anything resembling a sandwich. Didn't want anything hot in the thermos. What does that leave us? Apparently she is fine with Strawberries, Grapes, A bag of Peanut Butter Pretzel Sandwiches (which may be contraband) and she plans on buying milk.]

Hmmm... I think I might have 9 loads of laundry.

I'm not sure I really have the hang of celebrating this kind of special day.