1880...the approximate number of miles we drove over the holidays
80 bazillion...how many miles it really seemed like
12...the number of hours it took us to drive from South Carolina to Michigan
2...the number of stops we made on the way there. The kids were incredible! It was all that Christmas, road-trip excitement! We can hardly believe we only had to stop twice. That's what great gas mileage and pre-emptively dehydrating your children can do for you!
1...the temperature, in degrees Fahrenheit, when we arrived.
-20...the wind chill when we arrived. Oh yeah, that's negative, baby.
61....the temperature, in degrees Fahrenheit, two days after Christmas. Only in Michigan. Only in Michigan.
almost 14...the number of hours it took us to drive back from Michigan. A freaky traffic jam north of Charlotte combined with a Matthew breakdown that only could only be solved with a doughnut caused us to move a little slower on the way home. Oh, and also this incident slowed us down...
18...the number of times I have burst out laughing since the following happened yesterday. Mike says, while at a stop and switching drivers, "OK. Now I'm driving. Time to really lay down some tracks. Yup, I'm behind the wheel. Time for some speed. Oh- no way to turn left here. We'll I'm just a clever enough cat to be able to figure out a way around it. Yessiree, I'll just go here and there, and then we are off! Here we go, onto the freeway. Oh, am I getting on the freeway the wrong direction? Oh, we're heading north. Oops." Way to lay down the tracks, Mario Andretti.
27 trazillion....the approximate number of calories I have eaten in the past week. The treadmill and I are going to be having quite the relationship in the new year.
9...the number of homemade pans of cinnamon rolls I have delivered to neighbors and teachers in the past month
5...the number of pans in the freezer that I forgot to bring to Michigan that will be calling my name every time I walk past them. The little jerks. Maple frosting covered jerks.
1...the number of cameras we forgot on our trip. You'll just have to use your imagination. Think little angels, all dressed up for Christmas. Joy on their faces. Playing together peacefully and remembering the real reason for the season. Then, remember whose blog you are actually reading and picture snotty noses and drool, all green clothing, and totally uncooperative hooligans.
A boatload...the number of completely ridiculous arguments we heard from the backseat. Here is an example. While driving near Detroit.
Matty: "Wook. A mountain."
Mitch: "No, Matty. It's a factory."
Matty: "A mountain."
Mitch: "A factory."
Matty: "A mmm-ooouuunnnn-ttttt-aaaaiiiiiinnnnnn!"
Mitch: "A ffffaaaaaaccccc-tttttt-ooooooorrrrrrryyyyyyy!"
Repeat about thirty thousand times.
And here comes the cheesy part:
Infinity...the joy we all received from spending the holidays with all of our loved ones.
Happy New Year!
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Was it the PIONEER WOMEN'S cinnamon rolls???? Because you might as well take those and paste them directly to your ass. At least, that's where mine ended up.
YES! It was hers! I took her stupid challenge, made a bazillion rolls, and ate them all. Thanks a lot, PW, you jerkface!
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