When I win the lottery? Never mind all those other things. I want a tailor and a cobbler. I want clothing made for MY body, tops that fit my shoulders and bust and arms, pants that fit my waist and my hips. And shoes! I would like just once to own a pair of shoes that fit correctly that aren't sandals with adjustable straps.
This year my grocery store has put the kosher-for-Passover Coke in the seasonal section, instead of on the shelf next to the regular stuff. It's well hidden, probably to keep people from picking it up casually. But I'm not casual about it. Coke made with sugar instead of corn syrup is so much better, and it bugs me that I can only get it for a couple of weeks a year, and only then with accompanying guilt because it's not meant for me. And Canada is a little too far for me to smuggle regularly.
Melissa brought me a gift that she picked up when she was in China a few years ago. It's a penguin, of course. It was carved out of a single piece of wood. And it's a bowl hanging in a stand.
Now I need to find somewhere to put it. And something to put in it.