1: Number of magic themed birthday parties attended.
2: Number of times I've requested our son to cease inserting the magic wand obtained at magic birthday party up the cat's nose.
3: Number of swim suit shopping trips taken.
1: Number to swim suits purchased.
3: Number of times during said shopping trips that I requested my son stop licking the fitting room mirror.
56: Number to times I've wondered if the swim suit I bought was a wise choice. (Probably not.)
5: Number of times my husband has said things in the past week that got me hot and bothered.
100: Percentage of hot conversations held with husband that revolved around housework and his involvment in it.
103: Number of times our kids have said "Boom. Boom. Firepower!" since Sunday.
2.5: Number of hours spent searching for son's birth certificate.
1: Number of afternoons spent at the Office of Vital Records obtaining a new one.
4: Number of searches performed to figure out why our camper bathroom has a distinct sewer odor.
3: Number of weeks we will be cat sitting our neighbor's cat.
30: Number of seconds it took for me to agree to cat sit, then immediately delegate the task to Sophie.
9: Number of times I've seen press for the new Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien and thought "oh, he's such cutie."
8: Number of days left to work at the ex-job.
14: Number of minutes spent watching cinnamon challenge videos. (Incidentally, that's the same number of minutes of my life I will never get back.)