I wish I cared about plants and gardening.
I wish I knew something about interior decorating. Or interior design. Hell, I wish I knew the difference between those two.
I wish I saw more movies, so I would at least know who folks are talking about when they discuss movie stars.
I will always wish I had straight hair.
I wish I were closer to my cousins. Thanks, Grandmother, for alienating all of us from each other.
I wish I could watch sporting events without becoming so emotionally involved.
I wish we had known Sweet Girl would be moving out when we let her get TWO cats. (Ahem)
I wish I had become interested in cycling when I was in college, instead of majoring in drinking and smoking (cigarettes only, thank you). Riding to class instead of fighting for a parking space or standing space on a campus bus would have been sweet. Not so much riding back UP Baxter Street to my apartment.
I wish when I decided to go to Wal-Mart after Zumba class tonight that I had taken a form of payment with me.
I wish I had already made my lunch for tomorrow.
I wish Dan Uggla would start hitting like he did when he played AGAINST us.
I wish I were interested in antiques.
When I came home from a party and my mother asked why I had been drinking, I wish I hadn't answered, "Would you believe because I was thirsty?"
I wish I hadn't spent all that money on a wedding all those years ago. Was it really necessary to have TWO DOZEN yellow roses in my bouquet?
I wish Tampa Bay were in the National League. Unless I'm way off the mark regarding the MLB draft.
I wish I could curl my tongue. I'm pretty sure I could do it when I was young. It's supposed to be genetic, and Sweet Girl can do it.
I wish I could remember what I was about to type here.