If I woke up 15 minutes earlier each day, I would be able to flat iron my hair. That's all it would take. Instead, I hit snooze 3 times and struggle to go back to sleep. I rush to get a shower (shave or not shave?) and allow my hair to dry on its own. That means I allow it to become a hot mess.
If I spent 15 minutes each night making lunches, I wouldn't be rushing around the kitchen each morning with a a wet head.
I lost 15 pounds last October, and I am pretty sure I just found it this week. Damn pants....
If I woke my daughter up 15 minutes earlier each morning, I'm pretty sure our hair brushing arguments would be kept at a minimum.
I spend about $15 each month on magazines -- all kinds and all varieties. Cooking magazines? Got 'em. Sports? Love 'em. Mens? We get 'em, and I read them before the hubby does. My kid just got her first issue of Girls Life. This month's was pretty good.
I own 15 Phillies baseball hats. Actually, I'm sure I have more but I stopped counting at 15.
I am 15 minutes late for (that place which should not named) each day.
School House Rocks lied. 3 is not the magic number. It's 15.
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