A dear friend and I were chatting at our weekly playdate-sanity-check-I-can't-be-alone-with-these-kids-one-second-longer-so-come-over-NOW getogether a few weeks ago.
We were both engaging in our weekly rants. The usual stuff: money, homes, kids, dinner, what our lives would be like if we were young and single again...
Mostly money, though. And how we'd like more of it.
She turned to me and said, "Do you ever have a fantasy where your husband comes home and tells you he won the lottery?"
"Yeah, that would be nice," I agreed. "But you know what I wish?" I said all dreamy-like.
"What?" she asked.
"I have this fantasy that my husband comes home and tells me he brought home takeout," I sighed, "THAT would be amazing".
Chinese. Indian. Sushi. Italian. Hell, even a burger.
I'm not picky.
Dream big, that's what I always say.
Friday, January 4, 2008
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That is totally my fantasy. Another one is that he'll pick up a pan pour some water in it and make hot dogs for the kids.....oh the small pleasures in life
It's the simple pleasures that matter, right?
If my husband brought home sushi tonight, I think I would cry. Is that asking to much?;)
That would never, ever, not in a million years happen in my house. But imagine if it did? I'd swear something was really seriously wrong.
Amen' sista!
Not that I wouldn't be ecstatic about the lottery thing too, though ;)
Oh you are singing my song! That is one of my fantasies too but ain't never gonna happen!
I know! Why? WHY? Why can't that be one of those things that doesn't have to be said, or asked for? Please, for God's sake, please pick up some fried chicken or something! And do it of your own volition. As in, "Hmmm. Maybe my wife is so exhausted, that she would enjoy a ready-made dinner - and without having to do dishes afterwards, either."
When pigs fly, my friend. When pigs fly.
I'm always preaching about saving money and not wasting it on junk. But sometimes I wish The Man would push going out to eat (I can't be a hypocrite and do it myself!!), just so I can "give in" and not have to clean up dinner.
That's a great one!
PS - I tagged you!
OMG I would love that, and the fact that he waould call, pick it up and bring it home (that's hot!)
With my luck, though, it would be the one day I'd already made dinner!
I'd choose takeout over flowers anyday.
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