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I like the number 13. I have a thing with 3s (and 6s and 9s); they show up everywhere in my life and they kind of always have. There is something tough about a 3. It's the odd man out, it's the different guy, it's the loneliest number since the number one (okay, maybe that's not 3, but it could be).

My grandfather was a plasterer and was working on a new home development that was just too tempting to pass up. The houses had hardwood floors, two bathrooms, separate garages, and room enough for a pool, all for under 10k. So he and his brother Jim (possibly another brother, but I can't think of who it was now - Tom?) bought houses in the development, and my mom and aunt grew up there. Much later, my dad bought the house from my grandpa when I was a little girl, so I got to kind of grow up there, too. For a little bit, anyway.

I like this house. It has the perfect house number and it's where I experienced many of my earliest memories. The house is smallish, but it's just right. I wish it was mine. xo