That's the number of toes a person has. What a face card is worth in a game of blackjack. The number of dollars I have in my wallet right now.
That's also the number of items Laura has finished since I left for Omaha...a day and a half ago.
Where have I been? Did I black out? Did I lapse into a coma? Did I drink some of whatever Rip Van Winkle sipped before his nap? How does someone finish 10 brand new pieces AND work a full time job AND be an awesome mother to our daughter in the same amount of time it has taken me to sit on a plane, sleep a little bit, attend a couple of meetings and go to company dinner?
I'll tell you how.
She is a sewing macheen.
She is Baby Boss, and I'm just the guy who can type...
I'm so proud of you, babe. Keep it up!
*I know I blogged on this last night, but I'm still dumfounded by her progress. I joke about our house being a sweatshop, but at this rate, I'm preparing for an OSHA investigation.