It's Me, Sara Louise

Because I’ve been an awful good girl;

I’d like a bathtub. If I’m going to be picky about it, I’d like a huge claw foot tub with a chandelier overhead Mariah Carey style, but I’ll take a regular old bathtub too. Just someplace where I can relax in bubbles and soak my tootsies.

My stuff out of storage in Texas and here with me would be nice as well. (I am planning on doing this myself sometime next year, but it would be really great if it kind of just teleported here on it’s own. And preferably in time for Xmas so I can decorate with my Santa Claus collection).
And the bonus of not seeing my stuff for seven years; it will be like getting all new stuff. Except the stuff will be dusty and grimy. (Note to self, have multiple packs of cleaning wipes on hand while unpacking).

I’d like plane tickets from Nice to Boston to be really cheap (like really cheap) during the first three months of 2011. I promised my dad I’d be back by then and I really don’t want to break that promise.

More, more, and more French lessons with my tutor Sophie. I’m thinking of calling her Annie Sullivan*, because she’s a miracle worker.
*Helen Keller’s teacher.

Because sometimes you need a Lifetime movie day, I’d like to turn on the TV and have Lifetime and Hallmark movies waiting for my viewing pleasure (in English please). They were always my lazy indulgence, to be watched alone. Preferably on the couch, under a blanket, while stuffing my face with ruffled chips and french onion dip (and here’s a thought… you’d think I’d be up to my neck in french onion dip since I’m in France and all, but nope, none is sight… sometimes life is confusing).

The next time I’m grocery shopping at Hyper U, Intermarche, or E.Leclerc, I’d like for the store to magically transform into Whole Foods.
I MISS WHOLE FOODS.

And here’s something feasible I’d like; The Top Chef Cookbook  (Hey Husband… are you reading this? hint hint)

A little bit more will power to put down the damn baguette, croissants, and cheese would be great too Santa. Just because The Husband comes home with those Nutella stuffed doughnuts doesn’t mean I have to eat ALL of them.

Santa, we’ve already talked about the whole Starbucks thing and I’m still waiting. I appreciate that you put one in Marseille (I know that was for me so thanks) but it’s not like Marseille is a hop, skip, and a jump.

And finally, I’d like a bun in the oven.