I was tucking Mike into bed this morning. I hadn’t dressed for the morning yet, and Mike was just going to bed, so exhausted he didn’t even realize it. I looked at my watch.

“Mike, it’s 7-11 day today. Do you want to throw on some clothes and go celebrate in about…”

I tried to calculate how many minutes 7:11 am was. My watch said 6:54.

“…12 minutes?” Okay, so I’m lousy at clock math.

Mike turned over, tucking into the fetal position.

“It’s not as fun now that they are celebrating it.”

“Okay, well, happy 7-11 Day.”

He was already asleep.

To read about how we used to celebrate 7-11 Day, read here:

• Pick Me! » Happy 7-11 Day!

Ironically, since we’ve bought the Prius, we have been looking for excuses to go for a drive in it and going “swigging” is the easiest to think of. We’ve probably been to 7-11 more in the last month than the previous year. Not this morning, though.