Food Writer

Today, I'd like to be a food writer. I'll create amazing concoctions, building recipes from the ground up, amazing people by sneaking sweet potatoes into their snickerdoodles and helping other people find out how much fun fruit really is. I'll write, covered head to toe in flour and sauce splatters. I'll review, I'll recipize, I'll recount the processes of baking and how I stumbled into that little place down the street with the vegan blackberry vanilla scones. My flowery prose will not be misplaced when describing frosting and flambees. And no one; NO ONE will be able to out-bake or out-write me.

Wizard

Today, I'd like to discover some sort of well-hidden talent that allows me to cast spells, shift shapes, be magical. Everything would be all flames and flashes of light and gentle nudges from a kinder universe with a little magical help from me and I think that would keep me out of most of the trouble that I seem to get myself into.

Philanthropist

Today, I'd like to snag a millionaire, marry him, and then use his money to invest and fundraise and do all sorts of charitable things. All while wearing Chanel 75 and my pearls. With a flick of my wrist, there will be champagne and people will be lining up to pledge their money to help children learn, to help cure AIDS, to help spread literacy. My causes will be close to my heart, which will of coursem belong to the mister. To the mister and my fabulous parties. Cheers!