I wish chocolate pudding had negative calories.
I wish Adam understood my need to eat his cereal.
I wish my belly didn't look like a chew toy.
I wish they still sold chocolate pretzel ice cream.
I wish my leg hairs would stop growing back.
I wish Jude would put me down for a nap for a change.
I wish Volvo's were more reliable than Honda's so I could justify buying one.
I wish Jude wouldn't poop 50 times a day.
I wish Jude wouldn't run away the second I open his poopy diapers.
I wish Adam's facial scruff would stop making me break out.
I wish they'd stop sprinkling yummy cold cuts with cancer.
I wish I hadn't eaten brownies for dinner.
I wish New Girl was on every night.
I wish I had a steak.
I wish there was a Starbucks outside my window every morning.
I wish my hair would cut itself.
I wish Pinterest would stop making me feel either fat or hungry.
I wish elves would stop making my bathroom messy during the night.
I wish Jude didn't think throwing his food on the ground warranted hysterical laughter.
I wish I could watch Mean Girls every day.
I wish Dr. Pepper wasn't bad for me.
The above was an impromptu meeting up with Adam for lunch at Starbucks.
Jude and I loves that he works so close!