If I had my way
it would never rain on the weekend,
brocantes would be every day,
I would be the first to see everything,
Antiques would be free,
and things could be sent to whoever in a blink of an eye.
Plus I could lose ten pounds in ten minutes.
In a Perfect World
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14 responses to “In a Perfect World”
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I’m with you in every single point!
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good golly, miss molly……check, check, and check
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SPOT ON!
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The first to see everything…yes that’s the key to brocanting.
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One morning……..just one morning at a brocante. I wouldn’t ask for another thing – really….well, maybe another morning.
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“Camelot” — by Alan Jay Lerner & Frederick Loewe
It’s true, it’s true, the crown has made it clear
The climate must be perfect all the year
A law was made a distant moon ago here
July and August cannot be too hot
And there’s a legal limit to the snow here in Camelot
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot
By order, summer lingers through September in Camelot
Camelot: Camelot
I know it sounds a bit bizarre
But in Camelot: Camelot
That’s how conditions are
The rain may never fall till after sundown
By eight, the morning fog must disappear
In short, there’s simply not a more congenial spot
For happy-ever-after-ing than here in Camelot
Camelot: Camelot
I know it gives a person pause
But in Camelot: Camelot
Those are the legal laws
The snow may never slush upon the hillside
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear
In short, there’s simply not a more congenial spot
For happy-ever-after-ing than here in Camelot -
I love rain on weekends. Then i can just bury myself in a book and not feel guilty about not being outside.
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Amen.
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Yes! But that last one for me the most. Wishing tonight on a star.
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Oh I so agree, and we would always be able to sit and have the perfect cup of coffee, having found the perfect antique which we paid next to nothing for, where we would watch others searching for their treasures!
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Ooh, you forgot world peace. And free antiques! A friend who was stationed in Germay was told about sidewalk armoires. When you move, you leave the armoire on the sidewalk. It’s yours, but you have to see it first.
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Wow, count me in.
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And being able to snap one’s fingers and be in France for the weekend. Even a rainy one. Although a sunny one would be better, and after all since it’s a perfect world we’re dreaming of, of course it would be sunny, right?
(I like the “things could be sent to whoever in a blink of an eye” part, which I missed the first reading.)
Also like the forlorn photo. -
Time to borrow a book from Mardog and laze away the day!
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