I Want A . . .

. . .Mortar & Pestle. I want a mortar and pestle. Not sure what I would do with it, but I know my life would be so different if I had a mortar and pestle. Laughter would roll off my tongue as I worked my magic in the pestle. My wardrobe would change – who can mortar and pestle in blue jeans or cargo pants?? I would have important people calling me for advice. I would use words like “unctuous,” “smitten” and “olfactory.” I would live in a greystone and have secret codes and files that say “for your eyes only.” I would awaken in the night with a notepad on my nightstand, scribbling important formulas or recipes. I would have a soiree instead of a "turkey tracks gamenight". I would wear bangles. . .

That’s the ticket. I need a mortar and pestle. That’s my goal for ’08.