wishes can come true

I wished for nicer weather to garden in and no sooner had I finished the post than the sun came out! See! All you have to do is wish. I got both rhodedendrons planted, some of the daisies and the rest of the bedding plants.

There's a folk song about diseases. —The Smothers Brothers
Everyone's got something wrong with 'em. Just be glad yours is something you can see, said my Nan. —Woman in Earl's Court

My particular disease is wishing. Wishing I could drift through the days doing what ever comes to mind. Comes from years of being organized and planful. Yikes! It's Sunday night! ... and tomorrow is ... ARRRGGHHH! Can I wish for a month of Sundays? Should I?

Song of the Day: The Story in Your Eyes