- ... I could eat Butterfingers all day and not gain an ounce.
- ... the hooligans could be seen and not heard.
- ... the heathen could look at a room, actually see the mess they've made and offer to clean it.
- ... the Boy stayed put during a diaper change instead of thrashing around like a cat about to get a bath.
- ... I had a tree in the back yard that grew money.
- ... I cleaned the house and it stayed clean for more than five minutes.
- ... I had a maid to clean for me. (Yeah, I like that one.)
- ... the aquariums were capable of self-cleaning.
- ... dishes washed themselves and laundry folded itself.
- ... I went for a walk, and I dropped ten pounds for every mile I walked. Instantly.
- ... the hubs and I could have a date night more than once a year.
- ... someone gave me an all-expense paid trip to Ireland. Or England. Or Scotland.
- ... I invented a time machine. And then I could go back in time to Colonial America like I've always wanted to do, but can't since I haven't invented my time machine. Yet. Maybe I do in the future, and then I came back and wrote this ridiculous blog entry to throw you off. Hmmm. Plausible.
- ... the mysteries of the universe were revealed to me in a dream.
- ... I could move things with my mind. Yeah. That'd be an awesome superpower. Couple that with the first wish and then I'd sit in a comfy chair, watch HGTV, and clean the house while scarfing down Butterfingers all day.
- ... I had something worthwhile to blog about today.
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| What if this cricket weren't so darn creepy? |
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