At your service
To the random google user who found my blog by searching for “Katie’s fantasies,” I worry that perhaps you did not find what you were looking for. So, because I live to serve, a selection of personal fantasies that have not yet been realized.
The lottery fantasy
After years of daydreaming about it (but almost never actually buying the damn ticket), I win the Powerball. I quit my job, move back to Lawrence, get a sweet condo. Spend all my time writing. Or riding around on an Amsterdam. Or perfecting the art of the no pants weekend.
The answer-to-my-prayers fantasy
Boss approaches my desk office, stack of papers in hand. “We’re hiring a web designer,” he says, “Do you have time to look over these resumes with me?”
The answer-to-my-prayers fantasy: part two
Editor pulls me aside. “Katie, I’ve been hearing a lot about [insert buzzword here] lately. Can you explain that to me?” I happily explain. “Oh,” she says, “that’s all?”
The everything-is-right-with-the-world fantasy
I have just taken a nice, relaxing shower after getting home from the gym. I step out of the bathroom wearing a towel as Love Interest walks in the door, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “I just mowed the lawn,” he says.
Mmm. That one’s my favorite.
Can the shower wait until after he gets done mowing the lawn?
And can you type it slower next time?
Comment by j.d. — 6/7/2007 @ 6:04 pm
I thought about that for a long time.
The core appeal of that fantasy is that while I’m washing my hair and applying my apricot scrub, dear Love Interest is toiling away at the chore I hate most in the world.
But of course he’ll be rewarded for it, and I wouldn’t mind yet another shower.
Comment by Katie — 6/7/2007 @ 7:58 pm
You have no idea how much I covet a Dutch-style bike. Sweet, sweet beautiful things.
Comment by Molly — 6/8/2007 @ 8:19 am