The number of teenagers we had at our house Friday night: 7
The number of teenagers we took to dinner on Friday night: 7
The number of times I said: “this is crazy” to the Coach: 2
The number of dings added to the Yukon (while still in the driveway): 1
LoLo’s first. And hopefully last.
The number of us in the car traveling across the state for a dance competition: 5
The number of stage mothers seen at said dance competition: 147
The number of times I thought: “I have never seen so many little girls wearing SO much makeup”: 242
The number of times I opened my mouth to speak and all that came out was a squeak: 29
The number of ibuprofen consumed by me: 10
The number of nights Ozzie and Cocoa got to stay at the boarder: 2
The number of minutes before Ozzie and Cocoa got their baths after we got home: 15
The number of hours Ozzie and Cocoa spent on the couch after their weekend: 6
The number of ‘maters found growing on the farm when we got back home: 3
The number of times I declared: “I’m a real farmer NOW!”: 3 and yes, I had both arms fist pumping in the air while declaring this.
I hope your weekend was fabulous. I do consider this a fabulous weekend…sickness, ding and all.
Everyone will be relieved that my voice is back. Kinda. A bit on the squeeky/smokey side.
Well, almost everyone.