J has been away this weekend doing some sort of bachelor-party-manly-camping-rafting trip, and I'm home with the cats having Girl Time. So here's what Girl Time looks like, in Numbers.
8: The number of episodes in The Kennedy's miniseries. Also, coincidentally, the number of episodes that I watched last night, while laying on the couch not cooking dinner and not caring about the house getting messy.
2: The number of dreams I had last night about living in the White House and dating RFK.
3: Miles around our lake, which I walked around this morning. I've been trying to do that 5 times a week.
2: The number of Diet Cokes I drank today. I'm supposed to be off soda, but I figure that J is having a weekend filled with debauchery, so I can drink some nasty aspartame-laced-infertility-causing diet coke.
3: The number of Harry Potter movies I watched today in preparation for the big midnight IMAX showing on Thursday night.
2: The number of walls in my home office that are now painted a lovely shade of bright green called Summerland. That number should be all 4 after tomorrow. It's nice and zen, and as an added bonus, it will be a cheerful gender-neutral color when this room gets changed into a nursery - when we finally manage to have a baby. (sad, but kind of funny - though not ha-ha funny - story: the other night I was talking to J about names for the next baby when I'm pregnant with it. Baby T and Mustard Seed are already taken, and I asked him if he had anything he wanted to call it. He said he wanted to call it, "i hope it lives." Cue tiny violins now).
27: The square inches of my arms and legs that are covered in green paint. I'm kind of clumsy and like to back into walls covered with wet paint a lot.
35: The number of books that I decided are going to Goodwill and/or the Yard Sale Pile, and have been relocated from my home office to the living room floor.
3: The number of Tylenol I took for my back, which kind of hurts after the painting.
8: The number of mayorships I have on 4square now that some punk took away my mayorship of the 7-11 this morning. Dammit, I'm going to go on a slurpee diet to get that mayorship back.
1: The number of sticks I peed on this morning because I've been feeling really nauseated and thought I might be pregnant. It was negative, but this is ok because I'm still not ready. The game is on again in September. But right now, it's still the Summer of Heather.
2: the number of pounds I've lost this week, after having hit a somewhat discouraging plateau the past few weeks.
87: the number of emails in my work inbox this morning.
5: the number of emails in my work inbox tonight. I'll knock those suckers out tomorrow for sure and start the week on an empty inbox.
Ok kids, I'm off to sleep for 8 hours now and cuddle with 3 or 4 cats. Here's a funny cat story - whenever J's away, I sleep on his side of the bed. And the cats love to cuddle with him, so they all come under the blankets and start to get all comfy, and then realize it's me, and get really confused. It's my way of tricking them into giving me more love.