1) My son shit his pants 3 times this week. He IS potty trained. Has been for months. I don't know what his effing deal is this week. Oh, and then he peed on my bed. Oh, and our washing machine is broken because somehow a pair of fingernail clippers were shoved past the rubber guard and made their way into the drainage pump. So yeah... shit, piss and no way to wash it all. It's been a great week (<sarcastic font).
2) The running group has been growing the past couple of weeks with all the great weather we're having. This weekend, however, will not be very pretty so we'll see who shows up.
3) I want a margarita.
4) I finished all the Hunger Games books. They were wonderful and now I'm sad that it's over.
5) I want a bottle of wine. Not a glass. I could drink a glass if I wanted to, but no. I want an entire bottle. After the shit filled week I've had, I just want to blow through an entire bottle of 2 Buck Chuck and watch the room spin.