When I Grow Up.
(In) ten years from now, I'm a consultant (and, thus, my own boss) who spends lunch times picking fresh bouquets of purple flowers with her husband and three children (named Francesca, Amelia, and Tony), during work-weeks that rarely exceed fourteen hours and incorporate daily visits to Grandmother's House (down the yellow brick road) from the Spanish colonial cottage we reside in (heated by solar panels, of course). Evening swims in the lukewarm pool are interrupted by reruns of Dawson's Creek (my fantasy, not yours!), and my endless pair of red high-heeled shoes never seize to impress. Enjoy!
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