some lighthearted numbers

one  ballot cast. Thankful for the right to vote!
two  visitors coming this weekend! Tim's mom and hubby will be coming into town this weekend to see him run the HALF MARATHON! I'm thrilled for him; he's done so well in training. 
three  weeks until my favorite holiday OF ALL TIME. Thanksgiving, bring it on.
four  is the number of temper tantrums that I had to deal with at work.
PS: You would think that temper tantrums wouldn't be something I'd have to deal with working at a college-level institution, right? Haha if only.
PPS: said tantrums were put on by both faculty and student alike. #isitvacationyet?
five  days (including today) until an awesome exciting package arrives at my door! Hint: its a sweet-awesome rug. I'm officially an adult.
six  sounds a little bit like "sick", which adequately describes the lovely bubble necklace that finally was delivered :) I want to wear it every day. 
seven  pumpkin-spice "lattes" (really cafe o'laits) consumed by Tim and I over the course of the week (altogether, not each!). Hey, when they're almost free and dang better for you than Starbucks', I can't really resist them (and neither should you. I'll share my recipe soon).
eight
nine  o'clock; the bedtime of choice the past few nights. Being sick is the pits.
ten  more papers in my inbox..... I can do this on a friday, right? Ready, set, GO!

And this week's numbers are...

one husband returned to me safe and sound

two bottles of wine to get through the Presidential Debate (hey, there were a lot of us; don't judge)

three classes worth of papers in my in-box to be graded.

source

(I keep going back to this picture, it sums my feelings up nicely)

four little fishbowl candles I love so much.

five-minute hairdos, since dark and cold mornings tend to make me oversleep.

six inches of repeating stripey cheer on the wall (dining room reveal coming soon!)

seven months (a teensy bit less, actually!) until I'm 25. Whoa.
eight weeks so far of co-teaching our bible study--loving it! (and clearly, Spock likes to be in the middle of things).

nine minutes of straight giggling at work over the "new" ghostbuster-esque vacuum cleaner. You legit wear it on your back, and the "on" button is on the "utility belt". Seriously DIED.

ten pretty fingers, going on a week strong!

Happy Friday!