Wednesday, 5 March 2008

My head, it is hanging in shame

In relation to my last post, Dear Husband has kindly pointed out that (1) it was 21 roses not a dozen for he is thoughtful and romantic and I am an eejit; and (2) I was 11 in 1978, not 13, for I am definitely an eejit and what's more clearly cannot count, either flowers or my own age. Now you know why I am not an accountant.
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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous5 March 2008 at 11:53

    Meh. I maintain, the best people are no good with numbers.

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  2. B Lines5 March 2008 at 19:11

    Glad to know I'm not the only one numerically challenged!

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  3. Heather5 March 2008 at 21:04

    Don't sweat the small stuff.

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  4. Pam 5 March 2008 at 21:27

    Sorry - missed commenting on your last post, but will now.

    Who? (Actually, I have heard of Gary Numan but haven't a clue who he is. The Beatles, I know about them.)

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  5. Maribeth5 March 2008 at 23:49

    I'm terrible with math. So don't sweat the small stuff.

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  6. K8 March 2008 at 12:27

    At least you're two years younger than you thought.

    Or something.

    I occasionally have those moments too. I didn't deserve that B in Higher Maths.

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