I'm having a hard time getting over the fact that Ava's class (in a brand new state of the art school) had garbage bags on the wish list. Garbage bags on a
wish list? It's hard for me to verbalize (because I'm talking in my head, that's how it's verbal) how incredibly pathetic I think that is. Shouldn't a wish list be somewhat more . . . unattainable?
So, in light of that crap, here's my list.
- My pre-kid boobs and waist
- A free, fabulously furnished house complete with housekeeping staff, a chef and a driver. To be located on the cliffs of Malibu or Greece.
- To feel rested again
- A night or two with any combination of the following: Jason Statham, Bruce Willis, Colin Farrell, Paul Newman a la Cool Hand Luke, Taye Diggs
- A Ferrari F430 Spider
And that, my friends, is how you dream big. (Right
Roger Day?)
1 comment:
I need to work on MY list.
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