It’s my birthday today. There, I’ve said it.
If you’re wondering what you could get me, and you can’t manage to bring about peace in the Middle East or an end to childhood hunger, here are some other ideas – of both the sublime and the ridiculous persuasion. If you could work any of them out, I’d really appreciate it.
I’d like it if:
… all politicians told the truth.
… ice cream were really really good for you.
… they didn’t have to torture those poor geese to make foie gras – what my friend calls “Liver Haagen Dazs.” Then I could start eating it again.
… I could read as fast as my niece, who seems to inhale books.
… all schools, public and private, were as good as the very best schools are now – and I’m not talking about the results of standardized tests.
… my left-hand pinky were a little longer, so I could get some of those notes on the violin without feeling like my finger’s on the rack.
…everyone bought, read, liked, and reviewed my books. (I just couldn’t resist.)
… every citizen did some community service: military, Peace Corps, road-building, candy-striper, whatever.
… ice cream were really really good for you. (You say I listed that one already? Oh well.)
… the blooming period of peonies and lilacs were longer. I’d settle for just two extra weeks. I honestly don’t think I’d value them any less if they weren’t so fleeting.
… there were no mosquitos. (Actually that one’s for my husband. You’re welcome, honey.)
… ice cream were…… Oh right. I’ve mentioned that one already.
There are so many more. I haven’t even gotten to cures for various diseases, finding a place to put your purse when driving a car, or accommodating lefties in a right-handed world.
If you have any wishes – wacky or realistic – that I might also like, I’ll add them to my list. Tag, you’re it.
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