The good, bad and ugly:
12: the number of times I changed my mind about what to get people for Christmas (at least)
11: the number of times I have promised myself to write letters to our compassion kids this month…also the number of times I’ve not kept that promise and felt horrible.
10: the number of days since Drew started his first seminary class online
9: the number of things that should have been done last week that are still on my to do list.
8: the ever-shrinking number of days I have left to frantically finish a major project and set it up. Also the number of days I have left to finish tracing a giant map of Cape Town on a king sized bed sheet with silver sharpie. Let’s go ahead and put that one down under “ideas I wish I’d never had”
7: the number of nights I have felt lonely and left out because Drew has been holed up in the office working on his seminary class while juggling all our other commitments. Also the approximate number of back to back frustrated texts I sent my best friend about this issue. Good thing she is awesome.
6: the number of textbooks Drew had to buy for just that one class
5: the number of minutes I happily wasted today just sitting in my car in a shopping center parking lot, sipping coffee and waiting for Dominick the Donkey to come on the radio because the DJ promised he would play it…doesn’t feel like Christmas without Dominick.
4: the number of months I needlessly paid for a town bus pass until last week when I discovered that as a VT employee I could get a Hokie passport and ride it for free.
3: the number of minutes I stood at the wrong credit card machine in the dollar store while the person behind the counter rang up my items and stared at me, probably wondering why I was trying to swipe my card at the next register. Also the number of Nyquil shots I took last night.
2: the number of white sedans I approached this morning before figuring where I parked my camry. Two is also the number of white sedans I have actually managed to get all the way into over the years before realizing I had the wrong car. To all you other white sedan owners out there who only occasionally lock your doors, I raise my glass. You are my kind of people.
1: chalkboard Christmas tree.
0: the number of actual meals I managed to cook this month.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone.
