You know that Barenaked Ladies song that makes you hum so happily & gets stuck in your head instantly? (if you live under a rock. <— because apparently they never made an official video. it’s that cool.)
That song that allows you to sing along and fantasize about the luxuries one might indulge upon with a sweet underlining meaning, if a disposable million buckaroos appeared?
The other night I tweeted how lovely an in-house manicurist would be… amongst other never happening things. And it got me thinking…
If money was no object -
If you could let go and pretend financial limits didn’t hold you back-
What would you want in your life?
Rules of this imaginary game: charitable donations are already regularly occurring, medical research funding is happening via your bank account, and “happiness” and/or “peace on earth” cannot be bought.
Now while I wholeheartedly recognize how shallow this post appears, and is, let’s just play along…
How awesome might an in-house stylist, make-up artist, and personal fashion assistant be, to make you up to be your best?
A personal chef and trainer might enable you to achieve your perfect body!
No. more. cleaning. ever.
With all that time on my hands, I’d craft and shop and read and have bottomless lunch dates. I might even travel all over the entire world on one of those year long cruises. with my friends who I support? (ok, awesome yet not down-to-earth).
All pets at my shelter (because, duh, I have my own animal shelter/farm/foster care) could enjoy my company on a regular basis.
And um,… hrm. This sounds like I might be missing something quality & real about my life.
Maybe there’s a reason the lyrics sing of purchasing Picasos and monkeys and “your love.”
I guess I know what I’m not saying when the Gennie grants my 3 wishes…
(but still… how might your version of the song go?)
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Living in our nation's capital allows me to learn something new every day. So does teaching 2nd graders. My nose piercing and tattoos keep me from normalcy, while my job and religion keep me grounded.
