100: Approximate number of gruesome crime scene photos I've had to look at in the past week.
2: Number of those photos that are still creeping me out.
872: Times I've rechecked to make sure my doors are locked, or looked over my shoulder out in public or woken up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
100: Percent of men I'm convinced are serial rapists underneath a pleasant and civilized veneer.
2: Feet I jumped out of my chair at work today when one of the docs thought it would be cute to sneak up behind me and stick his finger in my ear.
3: Number of times I asked him what the hell he was thinking.
0: Number of times he had a reason that made any sense.
98: Percent chance that the tumor on Izzy's leg will return if we don't do anything.
10-15: Percent chance it will return after radiation treatment.
4: Years it typically takes for any kind of regrowth with radiation.
18: Number of radiation treatments the doggy oncologist recommends.
231: Dollars per treatment.
2,000,000,000,000,000,000: Total cost of treatment.
3: Number of children who have volunteered to eat ramen noodles for a year.
7: That's how old he just turned. Happy birthday, Star Butt. You are one loved mutt.
500: Posts on this little ol' blog - as of today.