2: the number of those bug bites that are on my face. Prominently on my face.
9: the number of hours of sleep I need every night.
7: the number I actually get.
and finally...
13: the approximate number of times that I get jealous at 5:30 in the morning as I get ready while Seth is sleeping.
Is it Friday yet? I need sleeeeeeep. :)
2 comments:
LOL!!! You're so funny!
Funny how you were talking about the bug bites. When we were in El Salvador, I was eaten alive. My hubby didn't get bitten once. His excuse was that the bugs liked American blood better than the local blood.
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