This Week....


Do you remember this show? We watched it in reruns (I'm not quite that old.) and loved it. I always wished my mom could wiggle her nose and *BAM* the house would magically be clean. Yeah, now I wish I could do that.

This week is International Magic Week. Kinda funny that just this morning, Taz asked me if magic is real. I told him no. "So why did they make it up?" Good question. Maybe because we all wish we could do something without any effort. Wave a wand and ta-da- done!

So, in honor of this week's celebration, I'm going to try some magic. I'm going to make 5 pounds disappear!

Ala-ca-dabra, hocus pocus!(wave of my wand) Bibbity-bobbity-boo!


I'll let you know how it worked. What would you do if you were magically inclined?

Comments

  1. Michelle SOctober 25, 2010 at 10:14 AM

    I would definitely do that housecleaning thing! And make the extra lbs disappear and all my meals would be magically prepared and the list goes on and on.....

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  2. KimOctober 25, 2010 at 5:35 PM

    LAUNDRY...DONE AND PUT AWAY WITH THE SNAP OF A FINGER! How lovely would that be?

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  3. KristineOctober 27, 2010 at 2:37 PM

    I would fly. And make money magically appear whenever it was needed.

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