CXC

CXC = 190

In my mind, it also represents (bear with my wordsmithery, I'm letting these thoughts roll off the tip of my cerebrum almost like a rapper would):

• the only way to say "sexy" in Roman numerals
• twice the chicken - clearly I came home from a fabulous meal in which I had quite possibly the best chicken I have ever tasted (thanks, Bunny!)
• Charlie vs. Charlie. Which begs the question: who's Charlie?!

Clearly everything went downhill after my first idea. I blame my exhaustion and constant dilemma of which hot yoga class to go to. It never tires and yet the (in)decision tires me!

Buona notte!