10: Number of times on Saturday that I whined about wanting to go to the big Boots in Reading to try to hunt down Bumble & Bumble curl cream only to wimp out when we were literally 2 minutes from parking.
(I can't. handle. crowds.)
(Like. I turn into a 3 year old and pitch a tantrum every time.)
(I also stamp my foot.)
(Yes. I am a foot stamper.)
9: Number of times I sighed with lust for Cary Grant on Saturday.
(WHY am I only now discovering him!?)
8: Number of hills during my run on Sunday that tried to kill me.
(Clearly someone needs a new running route.)
(And that someone? IS ME.)
(I may or may not have whipped out my phone to "change songs" at the top of each rise...)
(And by "change songs" I mean to breathe/borderline hyperventilate without letting on to everyone else around me (i.e. people driving/walking/jogging/cycling by) that I was dying.)
(Don't even act like you don't do it too.)
7: Number of tablespoons of Thai Turkey burger sauce I surreptitiously "taste tested" on Saturday night.
(Holy. SMOKES. was it good!)
(Don't worry. Ima blog about it tomorrow.)
(You might want to get you some ground turkey breast just in case.)
6: Number of Ina's chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter icing that managed to exit the cupcake pan unscathed.
(Number that bit the dust? Approximately 10.)
(Ima make a trifle tonight.)
(PS- UK muffin/cupcake trays are smaller than American ones.)
5: Number of times Norman scared the bejesus out of me by sashaying a leeeetttttttiiiillleeee too close to the fireplace...
(He is such a swishy princess.)
(I may or may not have said "Norman. Sashayyyy... away!" to him only to give myself hysterical giggles.)
(Apparently PB isn't up on RuPaul's Drag Race.)
4: Number of times I tripped over the same pair of shoes before I finally caved in and took them upstairs to be put away...
(And by "I" I mean asked PB nicely to do it...)
(And by asked PB nicely, I mean pretended I was too busy to, so he would have to...)
(And yes... they were totally my shoes and not PBs)
3: Number of times I laughed-out-loud watching Miranda on Sunday.
(If you live in the UK and you haven't discovered Miranda Hart, you haven't lived.)
2: Number of ginormous mugs of Dunkin' Donuts hazelnut imbibed by moi...
(I could have had 4 more if the coffee rationer wasn't so mean.)
(My imported stock is still very high, SO I SHOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE AS MUCH COFFEE AS I WANT, HUSBAND (AKA COFFEE NAZI.))
1: Number of bags of Fritos cracked open...
(File under: SORRY, I'M NOT SORRY.)
(Number of portions inhaled? Let us not discuss.)
HOW WAS YOUR WEEKEND!?
(No, but seriously. Tell me. I'm trying to be better at responding to comments so we can like... be FRIENDS!)