My friend D bought a birthday card for me in August 2009. She has been telling me, since August 2009, that she has said birthday card for me. I continued to remind her that my birthday is not/was not until June. She would just smile and say "I know, I know...but I had to get it. It was just perfect for you."
So, needless to say, I've heard a lot about this birthday card.
D and I finally got together and she gave me the card. And I read it. And I laughed. A lot.
But here's the thing....I'm not sure it's a compliment?
"When I grow up, all I want is
a handsome husband,
two beautiful children (a boy and a girl),
and a nice house with pretty flowers
and a picket fence.
And maybe a nice car to drive - a Mercedes.
Some expensive jewelry and a fur coat, too.
How about a summer home on the lake?
And I don't want to work. Ever!
I'll need a maid. Yes, a maid.
Forget about cooking and cleaning,
and changing diapers.
I want to go on vacation to Paris,
Florence, and Cannes.
Without those two little brats. Or Him.
Just me and lots of money and men and
yachts and diamonds...
Funny, no? Flattering? Eh. Probably not. But maybe this IS me? I would like to think there is more to me than this...but...it does sounds pretty darn good :)