If you were peaking through my windows this morning, I was underwear clad jumping around to this because I solved through a missing piece in a story. Who knew finding things to count would be so hard? And of course, as always, the answer was incredibly obvious. I mean so obvious I’m not going to tell you because you’ll thinkest me a stupid of the head. Now back to the drawing pad and make this counting book happen! Literally. I’m drawing it. For real. Don’t be scared. Think less Degas and more silly sketches from a creature with no opposable thumbs. And I mean that in the most self-aware-life-affirming way.