I found this on Debra's blog www.debrasotherthoughts.blogspot.com , who found it on Linda's blog...
1. I wish it were 65 degrees all day, and 45 degrees all night. ALL THE TIME.
2. I wish Catherine Marshall had written a few more novels.
3. I wish I had a membership at Fredric Meijer Gardens.
4. I wish I could remodel my new kitchen in 1940's vintage.
5. I wish that I had the metabolism I had at 15.
6. I wish I could take three weeks to travel around Lake Michigan, stopping at all of the really great towns along the way.
7. I wish purse makers would ALWAYS give one the option of the long strapped shoulder bag.
8. I wish I still had a car. And, as long as I'm wishing...I'd like it to be red.
9. I wish my sisters lived closer.
10. I wish it were simpler to live simply.
11. I wish this move were over.
12. I wish this move were over.
13. I wish this move were over.
14. I wish this move were over.
15. Really. I'm not kidding around. I am SICK of packing. I want to do OTHER THINGS. Actually, I can no longer remember what other things I used to do, but, whatever it was, I can tell you that I enjoyed it more than I do packing boxes!
p.s. - i am thankful for all of the things i am packing into boxes. i am just sick of it. sick. sick. sick.
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Hey! Thanks for playing along! Loved your wish list...yeah, having the matabolism of a 15 year old would certainly be welcomed by me, too, right about now. :) Re:Packing...oh, I know. That's why we've taken so much to Salvation Army. I'm figuring that if I'm only packing stuff which survived the cut, stuff which I *love*, then it won't be so bad. (A girl can dream, anyway.). Hang in there...it's almost over! Blessings, Debra
I too wish it were simpler to live simply. Its all this stuff, but I love my old stuff, and I want to find more. Hmmmm....
I hope I don't have to move out of this house until the day I die. I've done the after-death packing/cleaning twice now for my Mom and my Aunt Gin...sometimes that's even harder than the packing we do for ourselves, let me tell you. Dear Hubby, if he outlives me, would probably be happy setting fire to it and moving out to a cabin in the woods or desert somewhere with a dog. Some of the weird things I found in my mom's possessions will remain a mystery forever.
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