2,252
The number of copies I nearly (accidentally) made at work yesterday. I needed two.
12
The number of dog paws in my house.
5
Approximate weight, in pounds, of the mulch, gravel, and leaves that 12 dog paws track into my kitchen on a daily basis.
1.875
The number of ounces in the bottle of saline spray I have been huffing for the last two weeks in an attempt to open up my clogged sinus passages.
8
Advil Congestion Relief pills I have taken because the saline spray wasn’t working. Now the pills aren't working.
4
Firemen who responded to my 911 call when I was trapped in a car wash.
6 – 12
The number of months, according to some website that I can no longer find, that it will take for me to grow out my pixie haircut.
4,593
Estimated number of times I will want to shave my head while I am growing out my short haircut.
$1,000,000
Amount of money that it would take for me to ride a motorcycle. (Seriously. Petrified of those things.)
3
The number of leftover Thanksgiving desserts I ate the other day—after consuming my little Weight Watchers-approved bag of veggies. (Pumpkin pie, dark chocolate cake, and cranberry cinnamon cheesecake. All yummy.)
2
Pounds I gained from eating leftover Thanksgiving desserts.
17
Days left until my church Christmas play, which is currently occupying all the parts of my brain that aren’t all full of trivia.
I was just finishing up my list, when I was brutally reminded of another:
240
Approximate number of times a day that I get poked--by a dog paw--in that one spot on my belly that is still sensitive from surgery.
And now: 2:20 until I can go snuggle in my warm bed. It's snowing outside, and I don't like it, y'all.
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