whoever violates any provision of section one hundred and forty-two

Day 142: The apartment is full of boxes and furniture. How and when did we get so much STUFF?!

at 9:05 a.m. a temperature of one hundred forty-one

Day 141: The last few days have been a blur of moving and boxes. I'm back-dating the post for the 30th and 31st, because I took the pictures on the right days, but I wasn't able to post them till now.

an anatomical study of one hundred and forty shoulders

Day 140: I've been packing all day, and I'm pooped. I might not post again till Wednesday, but I will assuredly take a photo a day regardless.

experience with one hundred thirty-nine arteriovenous fistulas

Day 139: In a box-junkie withdrawal haze, we took a little drive behind the old Murfreesboro/Bell Road Kroger complex, and we hit the jackpot. Apparently some sort of ethnic salon dumped a ton of boxes in the back today. We'll be moving in to the new 'hood with liquor and Doo Gro boxes. Rock on. PS: I have a headache and my back hurts.

the gatekeepers... one hundred and thirty-eight

Day 138: Me, Timothy the Walrus, and packed up liquor boxes. Damn, I'm classy.

sex analysis of one hundred and thirty-seven eastern purple finch returns

Day 137: Enough of the lyric titles. I'm fresh out of lyrics. I've decided now to google the day numbers, hit "I'm Feeling Lucky," and post the title of whatever pops up. It's proven to be intriguing already. Maybe it'll up my hits.

cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)

Day 136: I went out with some friends from work, and now I'm tuckered out. Damn, I'm going to miss those guys and gals more than they could ever know.

at fifty-one thirty-five Kensngton Avenue

Day 135: I'm a schmuck. I missed my sister-in-law Kristine's birthday today. Happy birthday, Kristine! Double threes, baby! :^)

do it one, three, four

Day 134: Sleepy.

your physical degree, thirty-one, thirty-three

Day 133: I'm tipsy. Jack's had WAY too much water. My head is much larger than it should be in this picture.

one thirty, two thirty, dancin' my life away

Day 132: I got lots of kitty love today.

cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords

Day 131: We went to karaoke tonight at Mr. B's in Chattanooga with my dad, Uncle Eddie, Aunt Wilma, and Christopher. It was quite enjoyable, but my dad and Christopher didn't sing. *sigh* (This picture was taken before midnight CST, I assure you.)

he do a hundred thirty mile an hour

Day 130: Boxes are packed, hair is dyed, room is fairly clean, ready to go away for the weekend now.

headin' south on Georgia one twenty-nine

Day 129: There's a monkey on my tongue. :^)

sixty-four and sixty-four makes a hundred and twenty-eight

Day 128: It snowed a little bit tonight. I wanted to go out and take a picture in the snow, but there were people outside, and I got scared. So, instead, here I am with the boxes Michael packed today.

there's at least a hundred twenty-seven more

Day 127: Back in the lyric title groove... with nice, clean ends on my hair. How exciting. This picture's slightly creeping me out.

the day the lyric titles died

Day 126: I can't find a song with "126," "one twenty-six," "one hundred twenty-six," "a hundred twenty-six," "one hundred and twenty-six," "a hundred and twenty-six," or "one, two, six" in it at all. What a sad, sad day it is.

one hundred twenty-five, smokin' on the turns

Day 125: I'm sleepy, and it appears that I have a plant growing out of my head. (That's actually my plant Eugene behind me.)

count your days... one, two, four, five, six, seven, eight...

Day 124: I'm seriously running out of ideas for pictures. And lyric titles with numbers.

thanks for paying a hundred twenty-three dollars for my meal

Day 123: Even my toes are spiffy clean. I am one spiffy clean girl. And I want to go to sleep now.