Football Wife

Today, I'd like to marry a football player. I will wear his jersey proudly at all of his games, support his career unendingly with protein shakes and steaks served medium rare at dinner on a bed of leafy greens. We will go to parties with our other football families and my mania as a fan will be justified as I watch my honey bear touchdown after touchdown. Hello football fairy tale life. (Hello football season.)

Cake Designer

Today, I'd like to own a bakery that makes cakes for weddings and birthdays and friendaverseries. They will be sugary perfection, with fondant perfectly rolled and shapes perfectly cut and placed. There will be polka dots and princesses and people will look forward to what magnificent fillings are between the layers everytime they are served a piece of my cake.

Magician

Today, I want to be a magician. I will entrance and entertain and whisk away all troubles in a simple puff of smoke with a wave of my silk scarf. People will never know my secrets and my mystery will not be solved. I will, however, not be using animals in the show today. Sorry, kids (And Laces).

Royal Designer

Today, I want to design the emperor's new clothes. No, no, not the invisible ones. But the grand, gaudy, spectacular and sparkly frocks fit for a king donned by all magical fairy tale royalty. I'm sure there is not a huge market for this, but I think that my knack for knowing where to place the perfect bow will make me absolutely perfect for the position.

Fun

Today, I want to be fun when I grow up. I guess I should say, I want to continue to be fun when I grow up. Lighthearted and lovely and always ready to laugh; spontaneous and adventurous. I want to never stop learning, never stop enjoying.

Committments

When I grow up, I'd like to cover committments, like engagements and weddings, a la James Marsden in 27 Dresses. I love love. I love to see love, to capture love, to do tiny things to help love grow and unfold. And nothing is better than a love story that's true. I'd like to place those stories on the timeless pages of a newspaper or magazine, preferably in 4 color with photographs. (I'd also like to be more committed when I grow up, to myself, to what I do, to the things I love.)

Movie Critic

When I grow up, I want to be a movie critic. Excuse me, a film critic. I want to write about lighting and camera angles and the way Julia Roberts' face lights up like fireworks whenever she laughs her Pretty Woman laugh. Mostly, I'd like people to value these opinions and thoughts and take them into consideration when deciding what film to pay an arm and a leg to go see on date nights in between dinner and manhattans.

Nail Polish Namer

When I grow up, I want to be the person that names nail polishes. Apri-caught you cheating, Pink-a-Boo, Exotic Expedition. I will rattle off catchy phrases and stare at 8 shades of red trying to differentiate which one feels more like wine and which one feels more like fire. It will be a glamourous life, full of beauty samples and co-workers impressed by my sparkling way with words. Because, let's face it, my words do indeed sparkle (just like my nails...).