Coworker: "Hey, it's 12-12-12 today! Isn't that cool?"
Coworker #2: "Yeah, that IS cool! It's sort of fun to write it."
Me: "Yeah, I'm going to really enjoy writing that today."
And I wasn't being sarcastic. Which says something about my life not exactly being filled with excitement.
Today is 1/3/13, another date that's "fun" to write. I don't know if there will be any more of those this year, so I'm going to have to really enjoy it and make it last. (OK, now being a little sarcastic.)
One of my coworkers told me a story about how at a nursing home several years ago, she had a patient who was this really demented little old lady. She was completely and utterly confused, but she remembered one thing about herself: she was born on 11/11/1911. She was like 98 years old and she knew that she was going to turn 100 years old on 11/11/2011. It was the only thing she could keep in her head.
She died at age 99, without making it to 11/11/2011. My coworker told me they had a moment of silence for her on that date.