1. I want to travel, damn it. Even if I can’t go somewhere really exotic like Egypt or Africa, I want to go to France. And Spain, and Portugal. But not to the coastal tourist towns where you meet no one but Brits and drunk kids.
2. I need to send off my application for naturalisation asap – we’ll find the money somewhere.
3. I want to bring my daughter over for a visit. It’s been too long. If I had the money, I’d bring my niece over as well, as she’s the best and brightest thing our family ever produced: great grades, a serious athlete working towards an athletic scholarship, creative, charming. She’s amazing.
4. It’s time to defecate or remove oneself from the cooking utensil. In other words, straighten my life out!!!
I really want to go to either France or Spain this year, I want to feel some real sunshine on my skin and eat some good food. Somewhere small and rural in Southern France appeals right now.
See, you and M have the same tastes…personally, I’d be too hot, and be afraid to eat – with my allergy it would make life very difficult, unless I cooked all my own food…which tends to be less of a holiday…