Twenty-seven

I think I might have blogged about my mini-obsession with the number twenty-seven before. But too bad.
When I look at a clock I usually make the numbers into a date. I've come to realize that I have a lot of ties with 27. I was born on the 27th. My brother-in-law was born on the 27th. One of my best friends was born on the 27th. (Happy Birthday today, Molly! I love you.) I went to Ukraine on the 27th. Benton should have been born on the 27th. I put my mission papers in on the 27th. Brita was born on the 27th. That covers more than half the months. I wanted to be like my sister-in-law and have all my kids on the same day of the month, but it didn't work out. It didn't work out for her either, but she was close. Anyways, I tend to notice the clock at 27 minutes after the hour and think about all those things in their respective hours about once a day. Just in case you wanted to know how weird I am.