this is inspired by a post i found by silly girl...good stuff to make you think when you’ve got too many ball jars on the cooker and are getting up every 18 minutes to switch ’em out…
My DREAM holiday is Africa. All over Africa from gorillas to lions and elephants to the cities to the deserts to the sea. And with this, the fingers of whoever I’m supposed to be with, interlocked in mine.
My DREAM mode of transport is a horse that turns into a bike that turns into a vespa that turns into a hybrid station wagon (not a subaru).
My DREAM outfit is going to nearly always involve black boots. I believe I have over ten pair of boots, can’t get enough…
My DREAM home is one with a wraparound porch and view of the sea or at least a tree-lined street..
My DREAM is to live to see old age with someone who will always be there with the smooches.
My DREAM cure is for depression. The anxiety and fear that leads to depression has been at the root of so much of the negativity out there.
My DREAM collection is all of my friends around me in the same place at the same time. My DREAM dinner party will be in 3 1/2 years when I turn 40. It’ll be all the birthdays thus far rolled into one, and this time, with a soundtrack.
My DREAM meal is what I serve at Summer Solstice – mac ‘n’ cheese, collard greens, and sweet potato pie. Outside of me? Firehouse in 3 1/2 years, whatever they’re makin’..