Give me an inch, I'll take a millimeter?

As soon as I got into this jewelry making whirlwind I realized I needed to measure stuff. I knew I had ruler somewhere in my house that was nicely stamped with my childhood chicken scratch. I finally found one, blew the dust off of it, and I was morphed back into a four foot nothing kid with light brown hair, and a true disdain for boys.

I stared down at the ruler thinking and probably said out loud, "Which ones millimeter?" I yelled for my husband and asked him. He was just as clueless as I was. We both drew our weapons of mass destruction out, our iPhones, and clicked on a measuring app. We came to the conclusion that one inch was exactly 25.4 millimeters, which of course I knew all along. He dug out before I could burden him with more jewelry talk.

As a kid in school, I always knew what a centimeter was, what an inch was, but somehow I guess millimeter slipped my growing mind. I think it could have been too many macaroni and glue projects, or being poisoned with the awful cafeteria food, or maybe it was one too many tether balls to the head. But what's funny is that in school I would always challenge the teachers with the one declarative question that I take back and swallow now.

"Why in the world am I going to need to know this when I'm an adult?" 

Anddd..... now I know. Duh.