I love elevens
I’m looking forward to February 22, 2023 because then I will be 88, and I love elevens. 88, 77, 66, 55, all the way down. They’re the best. [My daughter is about to turn 11; she’s looking forward to it as well.] Although, my great aunt, when I was visiting her in California, once said to me that there’s nothing wrong with me but 88-ness. So that gives me another thing to think about. [You could make up a…