Once upon a time I had some lofty dreams…
I planned to travel the world,
have a huge house,
be a published (and moderately famous) author,
shop couture in
always eat fabulously,
not to mention stay in such great physical shape I could be
a secret ninja spy (if I so chose),
all with a great family.
You know, the usual.
I’d really love some quality bathroom time alone.
(I know the menfolk know what I mean by “quality time”. *sigh* Such a precious thing. Has anyone
seen my copy of Maxim?)