Sunday, November 22, 2009

I wish...

Sunday, November 22, 2009
I wish it would snow.

I wish Gary would let me put up a Christmas tree.

I wish we actually had room for a Christmas tree.

I wish I wasn't so rational and understanding and willing to make this Christmas tree related compromise.

I wish playing Rock Band didn't give me so much wrist pain.

I wish I could curl up between the words on the pages of the book I'm currently reading, swathed in woolens and flannels and dusty lace. I wish I was damp to the bone, toes clutching a hot water bottle. I wish I could steep tea properly and owned a cameo brooch. I wish I lived in a faux-Victorian London fairyland.

I wish Colin Firth was there, too.