Weekend Tallies

Number of injuries: 3(one bite on ZH from little girl cousin, one huge bruise on ZH's ribs from falling out off the top bunk; one gash on my brother's side from when he attempted to defy gravity and fly across the room to catch ZH before he landed on the hardwood floor under the bed)

Number of cartons of leftover chinese take-out: twelve

Number of people left to eat said take-out: one

Number of hugs I had to accept from creepy relatives: one; new record in avoidance for me

Number of things forgotten that prompted trip back home: two

Number of gallons of milk drunk by guests and household in thirty-six hours time: 3 and a half

Number of times I said something I _really_ shouldn't have: only once!!!! but will pay dearly for it.

Number of times I fell or stumbled: ZERO: Apparently, pretending that I'm Jackie O. works really well for remedying that problem for me. Course, kept thinking of Parker Posey with the macaroni encrusted suit, but not enough of a distraction to cause any major gaffs in grace. (Just the whole inappropriate Jackie obsession thing, not the other ickies involved with Posey's character.)

Number of pieces of jewelry broken because I allowed a small child to play with them: one

Overall, not so bad considering the circumstances. And no one was thrown into the pool wearing their dress clothes.