Three: Days I have left to early vote before leaving Texas.
Better than average: Chance that I will completely forget to vote before leaving Texas.
124 ("Lover of the Lord"): Song that's been inexplicably stuck in my head since last weekend's convention, even though we didn't actually sing it.
Eighteen: Total number of Irish Car Bombs consumed by our party during this year's annual College Station Saturday Night After the Texas State Convention Getting Inebriated Extravaganza (archived footage of last year's Irish Car Bombs can be found here).
College student: Demographic I am consistently relieved not to be a part of anymore.
Garden: What R&I are going to try to plant this year.
Maybe three: Percentage of our yard that gets any sunlight.
Not much: What we will actually be able to grow. However...
Surviving against all odds: What our trooper of a six-foot-tall hot pepper plant has done despite months of coldhearted neglect and intermittant frosts. Is there anything hot peppers CAN'T do?
Hubcap: The approximate shape and texture of my latest loaf of experimental spelt bread.
The jar of maple syrup and the biggest spoon we have: What R demanded I fetch him from the kitchen the other day.
Lots of you: Who I will get to see next week! Hooray!