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Daydreams

I am a daydreamer. I always have been. When I was a girl, I daydreamed about my prince charming. Now, my daydreams are a little different.

I daydream:

1) about being 120 pounds again.

2) about what I would like to eat.

3) about going on a date with my husband, but not just any date. The kind of date that Richard Gere took Julia Roberts on in Pretty Woman. You know. The kind where she wears this glorious red gown and he wears a tux. He then takes her on a ride in a limo then a plane to see an opera.

4) about giving birth during different scenarios. For instance, what happens if the baby's head starts to come out while we are still in the car?

5) about having long, glorious hair down to my hips like those medieval women you see in the movies.

6) about Hilary Clinton and that muslim Obama guy being mysteriously assassinated.

7) about being kidnapped by Muslim terrorists and sent to live in Iraq while awaiting ransom. (I have no idea why I think about that one. I have an overactive imagination.)

8) about having a maid come in and clean my house on a frequent basis. Must be nice, Han. Not that I'm jealous or bitter or anything like that.

9) going back to high school and becoming Homecoming Queen. Oh, wait. I'm supposed to act like I don't care about that and would never go back.

10) visiting Great Britain. I would love to hear that British accent all around me and then come home driving everyone insane with jealousy saying things like, "Would you like a cup of tea?" in my brilliantly faked accent. I would "stumble" upon a glorious castle of a duke and after exchanging names everyone would discover that I am related to the duke. Therefore, I am entitled to his wonderful array of Arabian horses and acres of land to ride on. Not to mention the bedroom filled with antiques and 24-karat-gold bedspread.

As you can see, I have quite the imagination. What are some things that you daydream about?

Comments

Anonymous said…
I guess I don't have to day dream about the maid part. I know full well that we have been blessed here with her. I won't rub it in! I also know that if we lived other places it wouldn't be possible to have her around.
September 27, 2007 at 9:28 PM
striving... said…
I only daydream about having a back yard and house for my family, daydream about it all the time, ecspeicially when my girls are bickering nonstop some days.
September 28, 2007 at 9:05 AM
Dee said…
I daydream about having grass and trees.
September 28, 2007 at 9:58 AM
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