I’m starting to become a fan of picture-less posts. Because 1.) They’re easier, and 2.) Instagram.
Let’s talk stats:
2: number of years I’ve been in Canada
35023895: number of beers I want to drink right now (STOP judging me. I live a life of balance and am not an addict. I just really enjoy beer. I know what some of you are thinking, and take your judgy judginess elsewhere. Also, my mentions of alcoholic beverages don’t outweigh your baby-related things, so there.) PS- that was to no one in particular, just making a joke. Although…it sorta rings true?
16: number of pounds I’ve gained since December 2012. (most muscle?!)
0: number of shits I give
7: number of hours of sleep I get every night
18: number of cookies I actually get out of a recipe that says it makes 3 dozen
1.25: number of edible looking red bell peppers at Safeway on a Sunday night. I need to rethink my weekly shopping strategy
5: dollars required to purchase ONE kombucha at said grocery store
19: number of weeks until our HONEYMOON. I know, I know, we’ve been married forever and have opted out of a tropical honeymoon in favor of a new kitchen. SO- we are heading to Seattle in the ‘stang then looping back up through Okanagan Valley. If you’re keen on any of those areas, then you’ll notice that it’s basically going to be a drinkingmoon. Again, don’t judge.
69: number of nailpolishes I have lined up neatly in my bathroom closet. 68 is you count that one of them is a duplicate (Essie’s Watermelon..whoops!)
50: AT LEAST the number of flat irons I’ve gone through so far in my life. East coast humidity + curly thick hair = total destruction.
1594: number of kilometers on my car
990.4: above number converted to miles
70 million: number of licks Reggie gives to Tyler. EVERY.DAMN.DAY.
7: number of licks I get from both dogs combined. In a week.
32: number of books downloaded on my iPhone
3: number of people making out on the train home yesterday. Yes, 3. An uneven number. Ahhhhhh the horror.
Tell me some of your numbers!