Fifteen.

One: The hour of the morning I'm leaving the Denver airport. Thank you Delta.
Two: The number of sisters keeping me company.
Three: The number of Brooks girls in the Denver airport.
Four: The number of Diet Cokes Kristan has had so far tonight.
Five: The number of times Kristan asked the airline agent, "What can you do for me?"
Six: The number of days til Christmas.
Seven: The number of hours I'm stuck at the Denver airport.
Eight: The number of times Caisa got mad at Kristan and needed "space."
Nine: The number of days Ferris Bueller missed school. Nine times.
Ten: The hour we were supposed to arrive at the Atlanta airport.
Eleven: The number of Diet Cokes we expect Kristan to have by the end of the night.
Twelve: The number of drummers drumming.
Thirteen: The number of Burn Notice episodes I will have gotten through today.
Fourteen: The score of the Dallas Cowboys game on ESPN in the airport bar right now.
Fifteen: The number of people who subscribe to my blog on google reader. Really people? We need to improve numbers ASAP or I'm discontinuing... I mean it. If I'm not to forty by January, my blogging days are over. It's pathetic to blog to fourteen people (maybe I'm one of the subscribers...)