My Perfect Day

Disclaimer: In my perfect day, the world is at peace, and I am not obsessive about turning off the stove and the iron before leaving the house. That way, I am free to tool around in my shiny red Corvette or maybe that should be a classic turquoise 1957 T-bird convertible.

My perfect day would begin with the best cup of coffee in the world (like the chocolate mint coffee from the now defunct Daily Bread and Grind in Bloomington, Indiana) after a full night’s sleep in a warm and comfortable bed. My coffee would be served by my sweet husband, who would bring me the morning paper, which I would read at a leisurely rate. After rising, breakfast would include blueberry pancakes and red raspberries and cream and a maybe a glass of cold refreshing milk. Now, after a long, hot shower, I am ready to greet the day. My morning would be filled with me doing useful things for humanity, and with me being kind and compassionate, and this day would be without mistakes or petty irritations. I would travel in a shiny red corvette at a lightening fast speed. The other drivers would be conscientious and considerate. For lunch, I would dine with old friends that have moved away or who I never see. The afternoon would be for fun with relatives. We would go parasailing or snowboarding. I would zoom down a mountain on a nifty World Industries Flameboy Snowboard. Instead of being afraid of heights, I would be exhilarated by the wonder of the experience. For dinner, my husband and I would dine with our new blogging friends. After dinner, old friends, current friends, relatives, and our new friends will have a grand party that includes dancing till dawn. The last song, of course will be Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers. The end of this grand, glorious day will be finished with the sweet elixir of a glass of Zeller Schwatze Katz wine. Then off to bed for …