Granny Makes Three Wishes |
Visualization du Jour: I am strolling along the beach one morning when suddenly I spy an ancient copper lamp half-buried in the sand. I pick it up and rub it, and of course a magic genie appears. "Okay, you know the routine," he says. "You get to make the three proverbial wishes. But only three. So be absolutely sure about what the hell it is you want, and hurry up -- I don't have all day."
I think and I think, and finally I decide. Here they are -- my three ultimate wishes for the magic genie in the lamp:
1. That once, just ONE fricking time, Ilse would refuse to get on the damn plane with Victor, and stay on the ground with Rick instead.
2. That Dilsey would quit working for the Compsons, get a degree in Constitutional Law at Southern University, become a U.S. District Court judge in Meridian, and convict all 18 defendants in United States v. Cecil Price, et al .
3. That BillyBibbit would grow balls the size of Volkswagens, murder Mildred Ratched when nobody's looking, and dispose of her body with a wood chipper.
What would your wishes have been? |
Vibrating Liz |
| About the author: |
| Vibrating Liz is an avid writer, dancer, gardener, weight lifter, and cancer survivor who firmly believes that 50 is the new 18. She lives in a small rural village in the quirkiest part of the deep south with an engaging assortment of flora and fauna |
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