Day 10

So, this morning as I was running around I snapped in the CD with all of the audio portions of the Vibration Millionaire stuff on it and discovered that I'd missed a couple of things on previous days.  Some days are more blonde than others.  So, I'm listening to the "If Money is No Object" game and found myself hanging my head in shame.  It took me three of Denise's examples before I came up with my first one.  So, so, very very sad.

So, if money were no object, I'd buy a 2012 bright yellow Jeep Wrangler Unlimited with all three tops and all of the bells and whistles.  I really mean that one.  I even have her picked out-nicknamed Lemonade, of course- and drive by her several times a week.  I've even been known to growl at innocent bystanders who have Dared to come up and check out her ticket price when I am spending time with her.  She's mine.

If money were no object I'd toss Cordy into Lemonade and we'd head North and west to find our forever home.  I feel very confident that our forever home is not south of us.  We'd drive until we found someplace interesting and then we'd stop and check it out.  That would be the plan.  The entire plan.  We'd buy a house when we found our place.  I know what it looks like, I've been dreaming about it for Years, I just don't know where it is yet.

If money were no object I would buy our home.  I know what it looks like down to the tile in the bathroom I have dreamed of it for YEARS.  (See above)

If money were no object- and I had someone to stay with Cordy for a few days- I would head to London tomorrow night, got o the Thai restaurant on Kings Street, the fish and chip shop a little further up, have high tea at Ruebens at the Palace, buy my teas at Fortnum and Mason, pick up the rest of the CHERUB books and the new series from Muchamore and then take the 9 pm shuttle to Paris, stay in Le Regent- our favorite hotel- and sit for a day watching people and drinking espresso and cafe Viennois, got the creparie, the bistro across the street from the hotel for dinner and then come back Wednesday morning to be here for Amy.  A nice break and I get to stock up on some of the essentials, bonus.

If money were no object, I'd hire a personal trainer to get me back in shape.  Since Cordy hasn't been able to walk, he has freaked whenever I've gone out for a walk, hence I am decidedly curvier than I like.  Decidedly so.  I'm over it and bored with it and now would like it to kindly go away.  My personal trainer would combine yoga, strength and aerobic exercise that would be fun and not reduce me to a mound of hurting ooze as so many of them do.

If money were no object, I would hire a personal chef to create our meals, at least dinner.

If money were no object, I would hire a housekeeper.  Yes, I know, I'd feel compelled to get up at 5 am to tidy up before she-or he- got here but seeing dawn is good for the soul.

If money were no object, I would hire someone to come in and organize this place.  Okay so this one comes before the housekeeper one.  It's only fair.

If money were no object, I'd put in an inground pool, hire a pool service and put in a cute little wooden cottage in the back to be my office with electricity, a wood stove, and all the trimmings.

And last but not least, if money were no object, I'd hang up my green apron and never make another frappaccino again in this, or any other, lifetime.

Okay, I feel better now.  Much, much better actually.  this mornings dead brain air had me concerned that I'd gotten too narrow in my thinking.  God forbid.  But no, I've decided that it just took me by surprise.