9... Number of people obnoxiously screaming "Roll Tide, Roll" during Sweet Home Alabama. Honestly, this is the least number of people I've ever been around to do this at a gathering anywhere in the state of Alabama. It was nice.
8... Number of times I told someone I was obsessed with this red claw foot tub. OBSESSED.
7... Number of behind-the-scenes insider secrets to which I became privy as a guest of Martie Duncan at the Food Network Star gathering.
6... Number of times I thought about how much I need to do before leaving next Wednesday. Of course, I didn't actually do any of these things, but I did think about them.
5... Number of songs in an impromptu performance by Mark Alan Barnett.
4... Number of new tires on my car, aka gold. Who decided tires should cost so much? Insane.
3... Number of hours I endured everything I hate about nature to remember why a summer night in the South is so great.
2... Number of seconds it took me to fall in love with The Sonnet House.
1... Saturday night in with delivery and DVR. It was glorious.
What are your weekend numbers?
*Apologies for the crappy phone pictures. I am most definitely not a photographer.