As many of you know, I like 11s. My favorite time is in fact 11:11. Every year, on November 11th, we have a party at 11:11:11 11/11. It lasts one second. It’s good times. Though I have to say it’s not SO MUCH good times that I make an effort to stay up till the 2nd 11:11 (p.m.).

In fact, everyone around is invited to my house in 3 1/2 years, on November 11, 2011. Mark your calendars now.

In any case, my car has been inching up towards such a milestone. Since not only am I dorky enough to notice this, I am dorky enough to grab a picture of it, here you go:

And of course, because I am even MORE dorky, I happened to notice when I hit 111,000, and I quickly reset the trip odometer, making even MORE 11s.

I’ve of course been keeping my eye on it for awhile. Last night I saw that I was about 10 miles shy, so I put the camera up on the dashboard so I wouldn’t forget. I went to the new house in the morning and then went off to work. I knew I couldn’t go on the highway, so I went an alternate route. With about 1/2 mile to go, I pulled into a subdivision. I inched my way down the street, and then when I thought I had gone far enough, I turned around. There was a lady out there giving me the evil eye like I was casing the joint or somethin.

Of course, when I got back out to the main road, I was still a tenth or two short, so I had to turn around again. So when I turned around for the third time, the lady was still eyeing me. There was a little kid out waiting for the school bus, so maybe that was her kid and she was making sure I wasn’t trying to kidnap him or something. I probably looked weird shoving my camera into the dash of my car…