Sight: Computer screen, discarded holiday gift bag that Matt insisted on bringing to Philly with him this weekend, Golden Globes.
Sound: Heat, Robert Downey Jr. talking about all the women he wants to sleep with (love him), Hailey and Matt singing "Happy Birthday," the washer.
Touch: Warm thighs (from the computer...had to clarify), tired eyelids.
Taste: Merlot
Smell: Nothing...still a little sick, but a touch of poop smell eeked its way in there tonight...go me!
Hope you all had a good weekend and that all poop smells can stay away from you!
