My age: 48
Time I got up this morning: 9:30 a.m.
Time Toby thought I should have gotten up this morning: 6:45 a.m. And 7:15. And 8:40. And 9:25.
My shoe size: 8 1/2. It used to be 7, but 27 years of hairdresssing and two pregnancies had upped that.
Number of times I have tried to get through "The Hobbit" and failed: about 8
Ratio of days to afternoon naps I could take: 1:1
Number of cats I have owned: 5
Number of toes one of those cats had: 27. A male, orange tabby named Luther. Dimmest cat I ever saw; had the IQ of a carrot. Had 7 toes on one front paw, 8 on another, and 6 on each back paw. He had paws like baseball mitts, and was the only cat you could hear coming. Because of the thudding.
Classes I completed in university in Economics: 0. Started one, but after two weeks I still had no idea what the hell they were talking about. Dropped it and took a history class on "Ancient and Medieval Warfare". Best deal I ever got.
Number of shirts I ruined before I started wearing an apron when I cook: 1,000
Number of speeding tickets I have received: 1. And on my birthday, too.
Times I have eaten haggis: 1
Socks I have knit by hand: 8 pairs
Socks I have knit by hand that are wearable by humans: 1 pair
Age I will be when fart jokes cease to be funny: 109
Cups of coffee that I drink in a day: 2
Cups of coffee that I would like to drink in a day: 9
Number of clients that I wanted to slap last week: 3
Books I read last year: 52
Books I read in one week at the cottage: 4
Bags of chips I ate last year, in relation to my weight: 1:1
Number of those bags that I ate in one week at the cottage: 2/3
Number of blessings I've counted in the past few days: innumberable.
Lucky stars I've thanked that this is so: too many to count
Troubles I've seen: few.
4 comments:
So what are the other 7 pair of socks doing? Just hanging out? And I don't need to hear a fart joke, I'm in the class who thinks farts are funny (Mrs Jude is in the other class though).
Times you've made me laugh: about a gazillion
I feel so honoured to have owned such a rare breed of socks!
Yes,Big Liver Girl, those are the ONE pair of successful socks I ever knitted.
Jude, the rest of them were either fit for a Yeti, or so wonky upon completion that I suspected no human foot would conform to their shape.
But I'm working on it.
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