Random thoughts, which I post while I am pretending I am STILL age 39.99999! Join me for my next 40 years...
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Things will get better... right?
I distinctly remember a day in... maybe February? I remember the moment, but not what day it was. I was sitting at work thinking about plan...
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On my honeymoon, we drove to Toronto. Someone who worked in our corporate travel dept had to ld us about a new mariott, so we booked a room ...
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You are so darn cute. That is all. Wait. Also, I will buy you a super cool camera someday. By then it will be something that takes a 3d imag...
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In 18 weeks there is a 5 K race that I could potentially run in. ( http://freihofersrun.com/pdf/06CourseMap.pdf ) I dunno. Freihofer's m...
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I'd go to one of those spas in Arizona or New Mexico the pretty people go to, where celebrity chefs would make me delicious, skinny-fying meals, handsome young men would rub my tired muscles, I'd soak in warms tubs of whatever the latest soak is..(milk? chocolate? champange?)and I'd sleep until noon everyday.
The wife and mom thing is wearing on me...can you tell I could use a break?
I'd go to cleveland, and I'd bring you. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Nice question! This is something I am prepared for, having thought it through a few times recently.
First, a ride in a Lincoln Towncar to the airport. No parking for this dude.
Then a first class seat on a plane to Bermuda. After landing on the small Island, I would be wisked to a waiting minivan (no limos on Bermuda, but that's OK) and transported to the Royal Bermudian near St. Georges.
After my welcome massage from a very skilled local woman named Gertie, I wander out on the veranda. Gertioe has worked out whatever kinks I had in my back from the plush leather airline seats, and I'm feeling totally relaxed.
The azure blue water spreads out before me, until it kisses the pale sky on the horizon. There is a slight chop, and the white boats bob lazily in the harbour. The breeze carries the salty aroma up to my penthouse. Do I detect the aroma of grilled swordfish? I think I do.
A beer would be great right about now.
Jeez, Shamus, looks like you've spent the better part of a week working on your scenario - I applaud both your work ethic and your grilled swordfish.
I would go to Aruba, with my wife.
'Burb, I'll take two weeks. I am woman, I am invincible, but I am *tired*.
Johnny, I already told you in person what I think of your suggestion. Evil bastard.
Shamus...wow...dude! Sign me up. Margarita please.
AnonyKmous, Aruba would not be bad either.
Islamorada in the Keys! I would selfishly go by myself and try to claim a quick glance at sanity.
I'd be on a nice white sand beach with tropical flowers in my hair drinking something sweet out of a cup with a little flower sticking out of it...
sound damn asleep.
Is the year over yet? (sigh)
This is too hard. And all I keep thinking is that I would want to take B with me which is totally the wrong answer and is pissing me off.
I think I'll just tag along with Shamus. I'm sure his wife wouldn't mind.
Scrappy... not yet... keep hanging on!
Sarah - Yeah, I bet K would like us BOTH to tag along. :o)
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