In my perfect dream world......

I got the idea for this post from Olivia who got it from Kate, who got it from... oh you know how it goes.  It's always fun to dream a little dream, to think about what we might be doing if we weren't doing what we're doing.   Cool, eh!?

Before I get to all the money, the cars, the trips.... I know that if I could have just one dream come true... it would be the one where I am in excellent health.  Okay, I'll agree to a few sniffles here and there, the occasional headache too.  But that's it.  No medical specialists allowed in my perfect dream world!  My Podiatrist, who is currently sending me for an MRI because he has noooo idea what the lump on the bottom of my foot is, will be my personal trainer.  My Gastroenterologist, who I've probably helped pay for numerous vacations with all these years of horrid digestive issues, will be my travel agent.   My Dentist, who is patiently waiting for me to come back in needing that next root canal, will work as my reflexologist/aromatherapist. 

And the Neurologist, I have yet to see for vertigo, he's to be my hair stylist.  And boyOHboy do I need some good hair care because in dream world I'll be traveling alot and want to look my absolute best!!   

So now it's time to reach into the endless bags of money for a quick jaunt overseas.

Hey, you need a few extra $$, why not grab a little off the top.  You deserve something really nice!   My treat!   *wink*

 

After the chauffeur brings the car around... ahh, I always have liked the look of a Rolls Royce... he'll take my hubby and me to the airport. 

And off we go.....  with NO motion sickness, imagine that.... wooo hooo!!!

We're staying at that lovely villa on the Amalfi coast we liked so much when hubby took me there to celebrate finishing his last novel.  Yes, that's the one, with the crisp white terrace and blue skies overhead.   

And after lounging in the glorious sunshine, where I don't get melasma (those unsightly dark brown patches I had for years), I will sashay my beautifully tanned self down to the water and cool off.   The name of my plastic surgeon you ask.... why, of course it's Dr. Rey!  Robert (that Brazilian hottie) and I had lunch last week and I told him how amazed everyone is that his work was barely noticeable.  You can't even see how much he nipped, tucked, and sucked.  Unbelieveable, isn't it?!   hehe

Before dinner, I think that scrumdiddlyumptious man of mine will call for a bike delivery.  I'm sure he'll request ones just like we have at home and then we'll be off... to see a bit more of the Italian Countryside.   My purple Spyder is so much fun to ride and hubs adores his new Goldwing.   

Ahhh....such a shame we can't stay in Italy for too long this time though.  Must return as soon as possible to plan an anniversary celebration.   We were going to have a big party for our 30th but why wait 2 years when we can have it this Fall.  I'm really leaning towards the Moroccan theme this time.  A decorative tent, lots of cous cous, waiters pouring mint tea, dishes infused with kharkoum, karfa, and other spices.  And, of course, belly-dancers!   YES, you are all on the guest list!   

Whew, that'll be a long flight home, and then an extensive meeting with the event planners, so I better call ahead and make sure the wine cellar is stocked.    

One of my favorite things to do after we return from a long trip is get a crisp cool glass of Gerwurztraminer and then pick a book from our amazing collection.....

and then right out to the treehouse for a quiet evening ......   PARADISE!  

Aren't dreams wonderful?!?

Who knows, maybe they can come true!