Three: Number of times I got teary eyed during yesterday’s service.
Three: Number of times I got teary eyed during yesterday’s reception.
Eleven: Number of hours spent in 5-inch heels.
Four: Number of new blisters acquired.
One: Number of cake slices consumed.
Five: Number of cake slices I wish I’d consumed.
Three: Number of former Richter family babysitters in attendance.
Three: Number of times the aforementioned babysitters asked “Are you old enough to be drinking???”
Two: Grand total of single men present.
Three: Number of minutes it took Landlord to get the scoop on said men from the bride.
Twenty: Number of dollars Chauffer wagered that I’d not ask one of them to dance.
Twenty: Number of dollars earned during the “Lady’s Choice.”
One: Grand total of songs danced to with someone other than my mother.
Zero: Total numbers of phone numbers requested/exchanged.
Five: Number of times I felt tempted to send Date #7 a weepy “I miss you” text.
Zero: Number of times I actually sent Date #7 a weepy “I miss you” text.
Three: Number of times I snoozed my alarm this morning.
One: Total cups of coffee consumed in the past three minutes.
Four: Estimated cups of coffee I’ll need to consume to before I’ll be fully functioning this morning.
And that’s all for now folks. Happy Saturday!