Let’s be shallow for a while. Try it. It’s fun.

In a perfect world – and by a perfect world, I mean my perfect world, of course – I would be an inch or two taller (5’6″ is so boring), 25 to 30 pounds lighter, I would live in one of the places showcased by Desire to Inspire, and my wardrobe would be chosen by someone with great taste and plenty of money (’cause they’d be buying it for me – it’d be okay, since this is my perfect world, if that money were my own).  That would be the best part.  Someone else to do my clothes shopping, someone to put my outfits together.  Comfortable, good-looking, classic, good quality.  The clothes, too.  🙂  Tom and Lorenzo could live next door so they could send me right back inside when my personal shopper/wardrobe consultant failed and/or my lack of fashion sense reared its ugly head.  And I’d have a personal chef, preferably one who is capable of making deliciously wonderful meals that look like they have too many calories (lots of cheese, cream sauces, chocolate, etc) but really hardly have any.  A magic chef.

I wouldn’t need to be a princess if I had all of that.  I may have just admitted that I still wish I could be a princess.  (I still wear pink and purple, too.  Quite often.  Not usually at the same time.  At least I recognize my need for wardrobe help.)  The Princess Diaries speaks to me, partly because, really, how cool would it be if you woke up one morning and found out you’re a princess?  And partly because DUDE.  Julie Andrews is your grandmother.  We would sing ALL the time.

I can think of plenty of other things that would make my world perfect, both shallow and not, but the real world is beckoning and I kinda have to pay attention to it.  Damn reality.


  1. Whee! Shallow is fun! 🙂 And I kinda wonder if Julie breaks into song throughout the day. That would be huge fun. We could do a duet of Spoonful of Sugar in the baking aisle at Wegman’s.

  2. Melvin?

    I was going to say something snarky about Julie Andrews’ vocal nodules and how you sing WAY better than she ever will again, but then I saw this: http://web.mit.edu/newsoffice/2002/langer-andrews.html

    So, yay for technology! (And boo for snark.)

    I don’t want to be a princess. Too much pressure, too little privacy, too much in the way of pomp and circumstance and expectations and protocol… Blech, blech, double blech. I’m literally sneering right now. I’m all for pinks and purples, man, but I’d rather just have all that money on a private island where no one can find me. You’ll be invited, of course. You’re one of the select few. 😉 You, the rest of the fam, our personal shoppers and my plastic surgeon.

    Hey, now that I think of it, you can be royalty on my island if you want. Yay, princesses after all!

  3. Zannah

    Wombat, how could she not? She’s Julie freakin’ Andrews!

    And Min, I don’t want to be the real-life kind of princess with responsibilities. I want to be the fairy tale kind of princess who communes with birds and bunnies.

  4. Melvin?

    lots of birds and bunnies on my island, so we’re still good.
    Come on, mom, you know you wanna be a princess.

  5. Zannah

    Mom, we’re clearly trying to escape from the school of hard knocks you brought us up in.

    I can’t even type that without laughing.

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