Oh, brother. Here we go.
I saw a HUGE write-up in the Rocky Mountain News today, about , of all things, tomorrow's date. June 6, 2006. If written numerically, 06.06.06.
May I be the first to say
WHOOOPITY-DING-DONG.
This is the most ridiculous excuse for getting worked up that I can imgaine. Don't we remember Y2K? Don't we remember what happened? That's right: NOTHING!
Nothing happened. The calendar turned. No earthquakes. No fire and brimstone, for certain. No end-of-the-world. Not even an end of the internet!
And now, this. Now we have talk of women scheduling C-sections so that their babies won't be born on that date. I don't know if that's true, it's just something I've read, and I can't imagine if a news story actually can establish it as fact. However, I wouldn't put it past some people.
I hope my feelings are clear: this is LUDICROUS. We are all going to get up tomorrow, brush our teeth, shower or not, and go about our day. Nothing untoward is going to happen that is out of the ordinary. No spawn of "Satan" is going to spring out of the ground, and begin wreaking havoc on the masses.
Nope. Not gonna happen. Absolutely ridiculous.
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I agree with you completely, although apparently they're planning quite the party in Hell, MI. (Or was it WI? Something like that, anyway.)
ReplyDeleteAnd I'd be willing to bet that in Cleveland, TN, women ARE scheduling C-sections. When I lived there, and was a cashier, no one would accept their change if it came to $6.66. It was so common that there was a store policy about how to deal with refused change.
-Laura
My sister's twin boy/girl were born on June 6, 1994. It was a day from hell but mostly because everyone was running around like cartoon characters trying to get their collective act together.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to say that they turned twelve on 6/6/06 PLUS the boy twin won a bike at a raffle two days later. Pretty lucky Satan spawn if you ask me.
Sudiegirl