I never passionately wanted to be a specific profession but wanted freedom to do the heck I pleased. Plus go to bed late. I tried s girl scout cookie once didn't like it and never tried s thin mint. Ps i quite like the off piste stuff
Hi, Naomi, that was my desire also. Come to think of it, all these years and degrees later, that's still what I want. Most of the GS cookie varieties are inedible, some are only awful. But the Mints - on a different planet entirely!
Love the thin mints, not the beer. I can't even imagine freezing them though. They be gone before I would even think about it....they only give you like 15 in a carton now. It's a rip off but boy do I love them.
I started freezing them in an effort to make my purchase last longer. I have since learned that they are even better frozen. Life can be so unfair.
I wanted to be a) a ballerina b) President of the USA, but not native born and c) Andrea Marcovicci singing in the Oak Room at the Algonquin Hotel. I think this explains a LOT about me. And none of this is a lie....Am not chocolate mint, but give me a chocolate orange and I will give you a woman who will attack all interlopers...
I wanted to be a pirate. I drew very detailed and credible treasure maps.
Oh we would have loved each other as kids...
My first career option was to be a bank teller. I used to like the way they got to stamp things with such authority, and flick through the piles of money with those little rubber thumb things to count. Plus I thought they got to keep all the money people gave them, so it looked like a good job to me.After that I wanted to be a cleaner. I sometimes think I managed to achieve that goal… Architect came at about the age of 10, and I didn't deviate after that.
Just from your pics and commentary, it looks like you made the right choice. ;)
I wanted to be a computer programmer. Look how far I strayed. P.S. You could write about dryer lint and I'm fine with it.
Back at ya, luv!
Hello,We do not 'do' beer. Cannot stand the stuff.However, thin mints......oh dear. We never buy them to avoid temptation but when they enter the house by other means, then we are capable of starting at both ends of the box and meeting in the middle, all in one sitting. This is not good.You can write about anything and we should hang on every word.
Hello, Hattatts, praise from Caesar indeed.
The double edge sword of an adult celiac diagnosis is that I can no longer drink beer, but I can appear virtuous when confronted with a container of Thin Mints, knowing that I will not be responsible for their swift demise. Of course I always froze them....
Beer's a rare treat for me for other reasons - I'm grateful to have escaped celiac disease, gluten and lactose intolerances so far. On a lighter note I wish Modern Science would turn its attention to Adult Onset Hips.
I had hoped that the remedy was chocolate, but apparently I am gravely mistaken.
i wanted to be the first to get to the North Pole of all places, i was devastated that i was born too late... also, every night i prayed for some major catastrophy, so i could save the world. somehow, it all lost its appeal...
Oh! me too! Or if not the whole world, at lead fit a small misunderstood nation. Or county. I was not appreciated.
I wanted to be editor of Vogue. Damn that Anna for such tenacity.
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