Wishing for peace and goodwill across the planet would be great. In the meantime, I have my own selfish agenda of impractical wishes:
-Have the cost of living in San Diego drop by at least 20%
-Have all the drivers in the US use their turn signals
-Be able to do the splits (a silly thing I have wanted to do since I was in gymnastics as a little girl, although I was never that flexible as a five year old, so I am pretty sure the ship has sailed already on this wish)
-Have every fruit fly and fruit fly egg in Southern California die. Really, what vital role do fruit flies play in the food web?
-Have the ability to transmogrify sea shells into diapers
-Have our poor neurotic, OCD neighbor be able to relax enough to not stress about dust-busting her rocks and washing the curbs at 3 AM
-Find a shark’s tooth on the beach (but this could actually be a bad thing, since if I found a shark’s tooth it would mean that there are an awful lot of sharks in the nearby ocean, to mean one of their teeth would actually make it onto the beach).
-Have my refrigerator magically refill itself with Diet Rootbeer and Diet Coke
-Have the thieves who stole our jeep LaFawnduh get their car stolen while they are at a deserted rest stop in Wyoming at 2 AM and the temperature is -13 with a wind chill of -56, so they are forced to wait in the warmth of the bathrooms (did I mention that the plumbing at this rest stop has been backed up for three days?)
-Have the ocean temperature in Mission Beach area rise from 61 degrees to 85 degrees (I know this would really affect the ecosystem and everything, but it would be much more pleasant to frolic in the water, especially since Cameron LOVES playing in the ocean but his lips turn blue after 7 seconds and he shivers …and we wouldn’t have to try to find him a wetsuit…do you know how hard it is to find a wetsuit for an 18 pound toddler?)
-Have Cameron:
*Sleep in until 9:30 and take a solid 2 hour nap every afternoon
*STOP wanting to play in the trash can
*Let me cut his fingernails and toenails while he is awake
*Stop spitting out every 5th bite of food
4 comments:
I swear Cam and Clark are the same child, but instead of spitting out every 5th bite, Clark chokes and pukes it up. Usually when we are out eating somewhere! Fabulous!
Thanks for the note. I love reading your blog. Did you say you were writing a book? When you finish your book, please let me know, becuase I am sure I will want to read it.
Seriously! Your car got stolen????!!!! That is crazy.
If my neighbor used the dustbuster on the rocks at 3am on a regular basis, I think that I would start importing dust (i.e. empty the vacuum bag on her rocks) the morning AFTER she vacuums the rocks! This could be really fun, especially to see the look on her face when she comes out to enjoy her 'clean' rocks...
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