10: Number of Ikea meatballs ordered by each member of the fam this weekend while having a shop-o-palooza...
(See also: Number of pounds of the lingonberry sauce requested on MY plate. looovvveeee.)
(7- Number eaten by me.)
(I'm writing a letter about how 5 is too few and 10 is too many. 7 is the perfect number. They should hire me for something because clearly I am a genius.)
9: Number of seconds before me saying "I want a babbbbyyyyyyyy!" in any given 1 minute stretch this weekend.
(Oh hi, baby fever.)
8: Number of times I ranted about the lack of corn dogs during the Guy Fawkes celebration...
(I mean really.)
(And the British think they are civilized.)
7: Number of minutes I spent trying to get the DUMB coke bottle to stand up at the game booth. (Rigged, I tell you... RIGGED.)
6: Number of times Normie rolled onto my head Sunday night.
(Pillow-hogger.)
5: Number of pairs of crazy colored socks that PB has that I tried to accidentally "lose" in the wash this weekend.
(I mean, FUSCHIA PB? Really? Last time you are allowed to sock shop unsupervised.)
4: Number of sofa cushions acquired at Ikea this weekend.
(OBSESSED.)
3: Number of rides we went on during the "fun fair" on Guy Fawkes Night.
(Had the step-daughter had her way it would have been multiplied by 45.)
2: Number of pounds lost from my butt between Friday & Sunday...
(HOLLA. although... this may or may not have been a fluke. We're still holding steady in the fat thigh department.)
1: Number of FRITO'S CHILI PIE's PB has NOW had!
(He LOVED it!)
(PS- Calm down. I used Quorn instead of real beef. And light cheese. And no oil. Shut up.)
(PPS- Madre, please bring more Frito's at Christmas!)
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