The Thursday Three

I love making lists. It’s one of my favorite things to do with my anal little obsessed self. There’s something so satisfying about drawing a line through anything that you’ve actually managed to accomplish. I even cheat and put a task on each list that I’ve already done so I can cross it off immediately. Make list – check. Cross off make list – check. See how efficient I can be when the mood strikes?

I also love reading lists. Doesn’t matter what kind of list it is, I’ll read it. If Bobbie Jo in Tulsa made a list of her five favorite kinds of Corvair parts I’d at least glance at it. You know those email forwards where you have to answer all kinds of weird questions like when is the last time you ate ketchup? Love them! And in my broad definition of “lists” I include things like that. I’m aware that this is probably more than you want to know about my (numerous) idiosyncrasies, but there you are. I’m a list lovin’ fool.

So in light of this I thought I’d try a new Thursday tradition – The Thursday Three. (Say that three times fast, I dare you). The Thursday Three will be some odd little list of things that no one but me really cares about, but will hopefully at least be amusing. At the bare minimum you’ll all have a view of the inner workings of my mind that will (again hopefully) not frighten the wits out of you. Or make you run to lock your doors. Or both.

Are we ready? Let’s go…

Three impossible things I wish I could do:
(bearing in mind that I am a Gemini and this list will probably change in five minutes)

1. Live as a member of the leisure class in 1920’s England. Real Upstairs Downstairs kind of stuff, but I insist on being the second floor. I want to be Lady something or other and have tea delivered to me in bed when I ring a bell. I want to be able to tell cook to tell the second under-gardener that I would like to have some fresh herbs picked from the kitchen garden for my luncheon. I want to send the children back to the nursery when they misbehave and let the governess deal with them. Can’t you almost smell the kippers?

2. Win Wimbledon in straight sets. Throw my racket in the air and then collapse on the ground weeping. And since this is my fantasy, Patrick Rafter would be the men’s winner and we’d do the ceremonial first dance at the victory ball. Have you SEEN Patrick Rafter?

3. Be a student at Hogwarts. No explanation needed.


In looking these over does anyone else notice the strong British bent? What’s THAT about? Feel free to add your own impossible wish in comments. It would be very cool to hear what other people think. If anyone has a subject idea for a list, hit me with it. Better yet, send me a list.