I love being healthy, tan, physically fit and smart. I also get to take the summers off from my bus driving gig and travel around wherever I want. As the religious folks like to say, I’m blessed.
Unfortunately, I have moments when my do-lapper-dinger doesn’t swing well on my rocking ball (my grandfather’s expression). I turned on my computer this morning and I found a yellow sticky note that I had created last night, prominently staring at me from the base of my keyboard, and I have no idea what it means!
This is not a number I’m familiar with. It’s not a pin number of any sort, too short for a password, and I can’t remember what I was doing when I turned the computer off last night. Perhaps it’s a premonition number?
I’m taking off on a road trip here shortly so stay tuned for some new photos and I’ll certainly let you know if I encounter this number!
btw: My grandfather also used to call rubber bands rubbers. My teenage self always got a kick out of that, as you can imagine.
Well, it’s got your lucky number 23 at the end.
Very good Skoge! It’s just coincidental though. I still don’t have a clue, yet..