Everyone and their brother has a bucket “list of shit they want to do before they die” list. I’ve never made one, and I’m not starting one now. you’re welcome Why should I? It’s not like I’m ever going to accomplish all of the actions on the list, and if I don’t complete them all before I die, I’ll walk up to the pearly gates a failure. And from what I hear, God doesn’t like failures.

So really what I’ve done is kind of kept a running list in my head of stuff I want to have happen to me. You know, not really planned, just, if it happened, that’d be awesome.

In no particular order, and because I loves me a list, I present the first entry into the “It’d be awesome if this actually happened, but God doesn’t like failures, so I’m not going to make it a ‘must do’” Unlist:

Have Dwight Howard pick me up.

It could happen, you know, with us both living in Orlando and all.

I’m not a small girl. duh As a woman, I kind of want that feeling of being picked up off the ground. I have a small husband. He weighs less than I did 10 years ago. He’s short, but he’s taller than me. I’m not gonna get dirty here, but *ahem* this girl ain’t complainin that everything is small. *ahem*

Back to Dwight “DAAAAMN THOSE SHOULDERS” Howard. Look at this man. Look at those shoulders.

DAAAAMN. They were built for picking me up and, well, whatever he wanted hold me like a baby.

I think he would like that.

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