F.G.

I decided it was time to stop leaving things to chance. I had to get organized. And so, I made a wish list for my fairy godmother. Contrary to popular opinion, fairy godmother's are not mind readers. And as I have recently deduced that my guardian angel is retarded, I decided to focus my communicatons on the big F. G. Here is my list:

I wish to always be a size 2.
I wish to have another baby.
I wish for good health.
I wish for an end to financial woes.
I wish for peace and stability in Israel.
I wish to be adored, at least by a few people.
I wish to achieve commercial success as a writer.

Since 7 is often considered a lucky number, I decided to end the list. Now, I was faced with the problem of getting the list to her. So, I covered my bases. I stuck a copy under my pillow. I nailed a sock to the mantel and stuffed another copy in there. I put a list under the artificial palm next to a plate of bagels and lox. (I believe my F.G. to be Jewish) And I posted it here. We'll see how it goes. : )