What I Want For My Birthday

So my birthday is next week and I'll be the big 2-6. The thing is, (and this must come with age) I cant think of what I want. In my mind my ideal birthday would go like this: A sunny day. 75 degrees. My kitties are purring. I wake up easily, and get dressed quickly in my already-picked-out outfit which is both cute and comfy (and includes pink). Its a good hair day and my make-up looks great though it only took me 10 minutes to apply. There are no creeps at the bus stop. The bus arrives 2 minutes later, almost empty. I get to work and drink my mint tea out of my favorite coffee cup which is in the cupboard where it should be. My strawberries-n-cream oatmeal is the perfect temperature. The work day goes by quickly and easily. I am given occasional, awkward-office-moment-free happy birthday wishes from my co-workers. I have lunch with my boyfriend who has been emailing me all day to tell me that I am the prettiest girl ever.
After work Pancho and I walk home down the waterfront where we are never almost hit by bikers, solicited drugs or asked for change. We are laughing and talking about what a great day its been. At home the apartment is clean, the kitties are happy to see us and I dont have to cook. My favorite shows are on TV and I watch them with a glass of my favorite wine. Dinner is delicious, but not too filling. For dessert, a small chocolate milkshake.
After a 45 minute bubble bath I put on my robe and cuddle up to Pancho on the couch. We watch a little more TV then head to bed. I fall asleep quickly and sleep soundly through the night dreaming of the beach, rainbows, amusement parks, old friends and puppies and kitties.

There might be some flowers and a tiara in there somewhere too.

The End.