When I was a poor broke black teenager, and living on the West side of Chicago, I used to wish for a beautiful long pink bathrobe for Christmas. And peace on earth.
And in my twenties, I used to wish to be invited to the best parties. And peace on earth.
And in my thirties, I wished for a man for the holidays. And peace on earth.
And in my forties, ditto. And peace on earth.
And in my fifties, ditto. And peace on earth.
But now that I’m in my sixties, I know what’s truly important. Here’s my new wish list.
1. To be a New York Times Best Selling Author (with a really good book. Not just a well-known name)
2. Three weeks off with pay in the spring, after the snow is gone but before the stifling heat of summer, and an extra $3,000.00 to spend any way I want without guilt. My car, TV, and cable all working. And catered dinners – really good catered dinners.
3. To be a firm size 16 with a fully stocked walk-in closet (pictured) and the Bunny Williams (she’s a designer) bedroom pictured below in tones of burgundy and brown instead of blue, with an intelligent savvy MALE partner, who both likes and loves me.
These last two things, I’ve learned, are ESSENTIAL to everyday life. Bet you thought I was going to wish for Peace On Earth, didn’t you.
NO WAY! Now that I know the cost.
And after all, he’s still in the world.
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Oh! we nearly forgot the cocktails. Life without liquor is almost as bad as Peace on Earth.