It’s my birthday next week, and so in the grand tradition of succumbing to my baser covetous impulses, please find below a list of all the stuff I want.
I want a pair of sunglasses, a grassy hill, a fluffy blanket, a romance novel, a margarita, and a lot of sun.
I want for Jumbo the circus elephant to be free, to donate my time to the SPCA, and a happy Great Dane called Ramone.
I want a warm bath, a cold glass of water, some soulful cello music, a yummy smelling face mask, and a small bag of M&M’s.
I want a whole weekend in bed, a bowl of nachos, homemade guacamole, and seasons 5, 6, and 7 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
But mostly: I want more time for myself and the people I care about, and for another awesome (although perhaps slightly less stressful and sucky) year.