Sunday, September 10, 10:16 a.m.

What I pictured for my life at 21:

- Living in fancy "penthouse" in "big city"

- Making fun and healthy stir fry dinner on my Calphalon wok while sipping expensive Chardonnay.  Slip off Blahnik pumps and enjoy quiet dinner in front of my plate glass window.

- Sundays over eggs benedict that my handsome and attentive husband makes for me in our kitchen while reading newspaper.  Stroll around town arm in arm while window shopping.

- Weekends in "casual yet elegent" wardrobe with sweater tied around my neck at cozy "inn".  Cuddle around fire place with "appertif".

- Bringing home antiques for my casual, yet elegant home.

What my life is like at 41:

- Smelling jeans found on closet floor to see if clean enough to wear. Decide yes.

- Find pony tail holder in Barbie play house.  Maybe Barbie's, may be Diva Daughter's.  Put it on.

- Take three kids to Petsmart to buy live crickets for Son's frog, Ralph.  Meanwhile, husband "cleans house".  TV threateningly warm when return.

- Scrub bathtub with Suave shampoo (cleaner empty) while three kids look on with amusement.  Scream threats to clean rooms.  Kids laugh and punch each other until crying.

- Take migraine medication while listening to son's Gameboy music in background for an hour.

Which life would I choose if I could start over?  Come on, sweaters tied around the neck don't really look good on anyone!

Marcia