So many people believe a certain number is their best. Do you? I’m not so sure…

My husband was born on Friday, the 13th of October (yes today!) at 3:13 a.m.  So IMO, thirteen is a GREAT number.  I was born on the 30th of March so I like that number and suppose in the overall scheme one could consider that MY lucky number.

The number 81 has a special place in my heart as it’s my husband’s old football number and both of my sons wore it well too (All tight ends).  I am sort of thinking that ANY numbers with commas in it on a check addressed to me is very nice (grin).

People fill out lottery tickets and hope for lucky numbers…and for some reason 7 is supposed to be lucky, right?

Now I look at my two new books with loving affection and they are stalled out with SEVEN reviews. I’ve never cared for the number seven and so many people think it awesome. I’d love to have 13…or 30…or 81…and I dream of someday having commas in that number. Sigh.

Alas, I guess SEVEN seems to be my number. I don’t want to be seven anymore. Ha.

So…what’s your number?