. . . the number of unread emails in my in-box.
TWENTY-TWO . . .
. . . the approximate number of exits between my house and work.
THREE . . .
. . . the number of times Hal has turned to us and said, "Doesn't this hallway smell like Chiquita bananas?"
SIXTY-THREE . . .
. . .the number of unread blog postings on my subscriptions list.
NINE . . .
. . . the number of hours left until Kelly's high school graduation.
TWO . . .
. . . the number of whiskey shots I'd like in order to face this day.
5 comments:
lol! I'd LOVE to watch you take a shot of whiskey. I think that would make my whole day :-)
Angela, would that be a hoot? I think my children would pass out.
Actually, I think I would pass out, too. ;-)
Oy vey! Good luck with that!
It would indeed be a hoot!
ONE...
...God, the one who sustains you!
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