Eleventeen was my favorite number when I was a kid. People thought I was weird, I thought they were weird. When I was told there was no such number I was devastated. When I was three or four years old I pleaded with my Head Start preschool teacher for the inclusion of my beloved number eleventeen, I ever so politely asked her to add it to the numbers she was teaching. I no longer recall what her reply was, obviously she didn’t send my request up the chain of command like I’d expected. To this day, eleventeen has yet to be embraced as a bona-fide number. I fear it never will.
It just sounds so right, doesn’t it?
Of course it does! Lovely! 🙂
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Ya went and made my heart smile 🙂 Thank you for the sweet gesture . . .
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You’re very welcome!
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But then what would you do with 12? Turn it into ‘Twoty’? Because ‘twelveteen’ is a horrendous beast to try to get your mouth around.
Eleventy’s a thing – I use it often, but prefixed with ‘ahundredand’, and suffixed with -billion, and it denotes ‘a LOT, a lot, a lot’ of whatever. Usually I use it in context of old people who behave in a very elderly manner “I saw a lady today who was about ahundredandeleventybillion years old”
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I totally agree! I never could understand why eleven and twelve were so different.
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I requested eleventy as well :o)
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Hmm, I always thought it was a number. I agree it does sound right! 😀
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I fought for eleventy to become a number as well, that campaign was a failure too 🙂
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