10: Number of times I circled Whistle in Guildford begging PB to buy me every single thing in the store...
(NOTE- I walked away with NOTHING.)
(Cold hearted man.)
(This might be grounds for couch sleeping.)
9: Approximate number of pounds of cheese PB had on Sunday.
(Glutton.)
8: Number of diets I researched and dithered over on Saturday.
(I broke up with WW this weekend.)
(It was amicable.)
(We're still friends.)
7: Number of times I cursed my underwear on Sunday...
(Wedgie central, people.)
(Underwear has since been eradicated.)
6: Number of Bojangles-recipe biscuits I made...
(NOT as good as the real thing.)
(BUT Close enough for government work.)
(What does that phrase even mean?)
5: Number of times I had to rescue 2 little furry hunters from the Serengeti
(aka kitten from the garden.)
(They are having nothing to do with that green scary stuff otherwise known as grass.)
4: Number of times I cursed our stupid oven. Multiply by 495.
(It's the size of a small shoe-box.)
(HATRED.)
3: Number of glasses of wine imbibed by yours truly Saturday night.
(SOMEONE can't handle her wine anymore.)
(*ahem*)
2: Number of hours I giggled hysterically for no apparent reason after imbibing said wine...
(Am I the only one who can't control her laughter after a tipple?)
(Isn't tipple the weirdest word ever?)
1: Number of PERFECT breakfasts we partook (word?) in at Carluccio's.
(Best.) (Chain.) (Restaurant.) (EVER.)
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