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After all these years, I've finally discovered why I never have impromptu street parties. I've been holding coffee in my HANDS all this time!

Guess I'm one of the lucky few: 12 fingers and 12 toes. Here's the kicker: I was also born on Christmas Day. SPOOOKY, huh?

Actually, the docs took off the fingers when I was a day or two old (there were no bones in them). But the toes remain intact--with bones. They've won me more than one free beer. Typical first question from curious onlookers: "Do you need special shoes?" Typical second question: "Do you have any extra..." (use your imagination).

My family believes this is a held-over genetic trait from an Amish ancestor--I apparently have a few Pennsylvania Dutch in my lineage. Remember reading somewhere that the founder of the Amish in America had 12 toes, and because the Amish live in such a tight-knit community, the trait is passed on quite often and rarely leaves the group. This phenomena is known as "Founder's Theory."