I stayed at a beach resort for my Mum's College Reunion weekend. Had an intimate and abusive relationship with a deranged bee that had shacked up in my bathroom. I tried to tell it that inter-species relationships wasn't really my thing and that having a bachelor pad inside a hotel bathroom wasn't normal bee behaviour. That's when it turned abusive. Anyway, I learned a valuable life lesson - never try to break anything gently to an unbalanced insect. I came home a jaded woman.
This totally cracked me up!
We found our second [current] house on 6/6/6.
I have a 6/6/6 story as well. I got married the Saturday before, and on 6/6/6 we flew to Vegas (Sin City). It was my first time flying. I always thought that was a strange coincidence.
I, too, am enjoying reading everyone's responses.
