I've never been a fan of math. I can semi-coherently balance my checkbook and learned the art of calculating percentages from the clearance rack at Target. Last night my teenage daughter asked me if I knew any "tricks" for knowing if a particular number (say, for example...734284) has a perfect square root. It's during those mathy moments that my brain switches to Homer Simpson-mode...you know, when the thought bubbles that are filled with dancing donuts and mice-on-a-see-saw appear above his head?
Or in my case....
We suspect that mum works by the same method of maths as yourself.
ReplyDeleteMama does that, too! Kitty tummies are the answer to everything!
ReplyDeleteHey, it all adds up!
ReplyDeleteMOL~!!!
ReplyDeleteAs I don't have children, my brain doesn't get taxed this way very often, but I can guarantee that it would be thinking "kitty belly" instead as well! :) --Tammy
ReplyDeleteI am awful at math!!!
ReplyDeleteYup, same here...but only in response to Hubby's nattering!
ReplyDeleteKitty bellehs are the answer to life's most vexing mysteries!!!
ReplyDeleteLol! Wonder what would be in the thought bubble of the kitty... :)
ReplyDeleteLaughing...but, seriously, I LOVE your earnings!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I'm not alone in my dislike of math and love of kitty bellies! And thank you, Hilary, those are my favorite earrings :)
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