I was watching Desperate Housewives, of all things, and I cried. Not once, but three times I teared up. I guess I shouldn't even THINK about watching Lost or Biggest Loser tonight.
I yelled at my son and his friend for drinking 5 juice boxes. Granted, I had given them one each, and soon there were 5 empty boxes, but it's a juice box, for heaven's sake.
I cannot inhale the chocolate fast enough.
Exercise? What is that?