When I Grow Up …

When I grow up (some day I promise I will), I want to be/do a lot of things. I've been working on a list. And here it is, as of today ~

• Outgrow my psoriasis. (Dr. G. swears I will.)
• Pay cash for a hybrid Lexus RX 350.

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• Count my blessings more.
• Focus on my flaws less.
• Become the poster child (paid, of course) for Fiber Con. (Can't function without it.)
• Hear either, or both, of my daughters say, “Mom, I totally get it now.”
• Go on a month-long mission to Kenya with my sister.
• Quit obsessing about the Cottage Cheese and learn to accept the Crepe Paper.
• Quit holding a grudge so long. And so tightly.
• Get to the point that uploading (or is it downloading?) a photo on Facebook is second nature.
• Sublet a flat/apartment with Chuck, for three months at a time, in London.
• … and/or Prague.
• … and/or Charleston
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• Look back at Romney's presidency as the one that turned the country around.
• Have my grandkids (not a hint, C and J) call me “Gramsy” or “Gammy” or “Mimi.” (So darn cute.)
• Learn how to tie a pretty bow.
• Still
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• Go to Uganda with Cassidy.
• Shop 'til I drop, with Julia, in NYC.
• Still live for Friday nights at 5:00. Chardonnay time!
• But here's what I really want to do when I grow up!

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