My bucket list is mostly travel at this point. And moving back to NYC, actually. Probably not a great idea for retirement, but I don't care. I know how to ride the subway.

Yeah, I don't really tie my shoes either. I mean, I got suckered into buying shoes with laces by my awesome shoe store buddy (they're selling the stores! What am I supposed to do now?) because those vegan Earth shoes have ties. But all I do is tie them a little loose and then pretend they're slip-ons. I can't do that with my Doc boots, but they're the only shoes I'm willing to tie for.

I drove down a street with some kids playing basketball yesterday, in my trusty 1998 Subaru Sport, and one of the kids called out, "Nice Lamborghini!"

::snarls::

ION, My Nemesis replied to my email with a substantive response that had no salutation, no closing, and no extraneous words of any type. I suspect she's entirely pissed off. ::shrugs::

Hey, substantive response. Screw the rest. She brought this on herself.

Money can buy everything, ita.

But what if the conditions are that it's freely given?

But what if the conditions are that it's freely given?

That costs extra.

You know, because of the depression, most of my life was spent in a month-to-month pattern of, "if I don't get better, I can always check out." And I'd set small goals where I could sort of see myself completing a task in a small timeframe, so I could finish things up before check out. So I never really envisioned myself being thirty-eight. And now that i feel better, I'm sort of in mourning because I didn't set any sort of long-term goals for myself.

I would have liked to have a child and a husband, and now...that seems like something that can't really happen. I should have been working toward that goal a long time ago. So I'm trying to have some sort of vision for 45. That's seven years. How do I see myself in seven years? I've never done that. I was never able to see myself in one year, or two. I sometimes couldn't see myself in October.

Um. That is today's First World Problem Brain Dump.

WE HAVE SECOND GRADERS. WTH???

TCBITW is a middle schooler and her little brother is a fifth grader. It doesn't make any sense, they where born like three years ago.

I can't believe Sara's in third grade. She was four months old when I joined the board. She's going to be EIGHT in November.

I would have liked to have a child and a husband, and now...that seems like something that can't really happen.

Untrue. There's your seven-year goal right there.

It seems like a really specific speed-date topic, though.