The very lickable Ree has sworn to punish me because I didn’t make a psychic drawing of Practice Husband back in the day for her.
She wants me to list eight things I want to do before I die. I did a lot of travelling when I was a kid, so that novelty has worn off. Especially with all the security measures involved these days. These are in no particular order, and off the top of my head, so are subject to change.
1. Have my children outlive me.
2. Own a smart car. I love those things. And it’s been ten years since I owned a car.
3. Retire to a Bed and Breakfast in the town I was born. Right on the sea. Have teenaged girls do the cleaning and laundry. I’ll cook and tell stories. I could hold special psychic weekend thingies.
4. Find a wonderful wife for Ass Burger Boy. He still lives at home. I would miss him, but I want him to have that for himself. Besides, I would like to have someone I would feel safe leaving the heirlooms with.
5. Have a healing centre and artist’s retreat.
6. Visit with my bloggy friends, or get the house cleaned up enough for them to visit me.
7. Pay my brother Dizzee the money I owe him.
8. Meet Lucy in da Sky, the shaman from Texas that I totally adore.
Now for the tagging:
