to provide the best music for this special occasion of honoring the lord, they went back approximately two hundred and eighty-nine years to get it

Day 289: I missed my Malley cat, too.

authorization to offer a baccalaureate degree, two hundred eighty-eight dollars

Day 288: I missed my babies. Can you tell?

premises where dancing is permitted and where liquor is sold shall pay a license fee of two hundred eighty-seven dollars

Day 287: We hooted at the Honda Hoot. Okay, so we didn't hoot. But we should have.

administrative assistant to the committee on government organization at two thousand two hundred eighty-six dollars

Day 286: The product of my first Drawing Night with my friend Kathy.

"two hundred and eighty-five, two hundred and eighty-four.." I fell silent

Day 285: Artsy fartsy.

"two-eighty-four, you said?" he asked with a wheeze

Day 284: Osiris likes to lounge at the top of the steps. I was going to take my picture of me lounging with him, but instead I got a picture of me lounging and Osiris zooming away. *sigh*

and two hundred and eighty-three to pass a law making it illegal to discuss naked bulbs (or screwing anything) on the internet

Day 283: I'm on a nutrition label kick, now that I've started my FitDay journal.

two hundred and eighty-two people searched for: google, weird maker

Day 282: Making silly faces at Darrell's mom's house.

whole distance marched, two hundred and eighty-one miles

Day 281: The two faces of O'Malley.

two hundred and eighty pounds of tobacco

Day 280: This is one of those pictures where I had to leap out of bed at almost midnight, mumbling, "Oh crap! I forgot to take a picture today..."

at two hundred and seventy-nine feet the sand changed in color to a reddish shade

Day 279: My Darrell and me. (He's trying to bite my nose.)

has successfully lifted two hundred and seventy-eight pounds in what was termed a two dumb-bells jerk

Day 278: I'm there. Somewhere. Possibly behind the lens cap, seeing as how it was about 2:00 a.m. when this picture was taken attempted.

he voted two hundred and seventy-seven times to waive the budget caps

Day 277: Breaking tradition (of showing at least part of my face in every 365 picture), here's my foot. Take it or leave it.

we were, in the ship, two hundred and seventy-six persons

Day 276: I'm all caught up with my pictures (for now). Hopefully, I can stay that way.

two immense parallel walls each two hundred and seventy-five feet long, thirty feet thick

Day 275: Blurry vodka picture.

two hundred and seventy-four or a like violation

Day 274: Bored. Diagonal. Picture. And there you have it.

two hundred and seventy-three of the firstborn of the children of Israel

Day 273: I got to play with Ruthie & Alex's kitten. She's so cute and fiesty!

or thirty-five A of chapter two hundred and seventy-two, or for conspiracy to commit any of said offenses

Day 272: I went to the doctor and got some antibiotics.

Pakistan is water-stressed and its population is expected to double to two hundred and seventy-one million people by 2025

Day 271: I've been sickly, so the posting is sparse. However, the pictures are surprisingly on time.

for other uses, see 270

Day 270: And more sickliness.

two hundred and sixty-nine oxen

Day 269: Still sickly.

“How bizarre” — Jack does ponder — “I would have sworn that yesterday, two-hundred and sixty-eight was the number”

Day 268: I need more chocolate, but my belly's too full. Dammit.

containing two hundred and sixty-seven acres and thirty perches

Day 267: I got to visit with Darrell's mother and her cats tonight. This is Mutt. He's 18 years old, and he's very sweet.

chapter two hundred and sixty-six with the exception of fire-crackers

Day 266: O'Malley's washing me (again).

as many as two hundred and sixty-five artists contributed

Day 265: Me and my O'Malley.

two hundred and sixty-four horses departed

Day 264: Me and my Osiris.