Table Topic Tuesday. 11/12.

Table Topic Tuesday time!

Here’s the question:

My perfect day looks like 80 degrees—from 8am-midnight. There’s sun, breeze. There’s a bottomless cup of sangria next to my pool or beach chair.  Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby is on repeat. In between turning over to keep my tan even, I get up and dance. I read a book from cover to cover.

Well, that’s a dreamy day.

On a perfect day, I get to laugh with them.

I get to kiss him.

Hug them.

Be silly with her.

Big-sister him.

On a perfect day, I believe in Disney magic with friends (and their kiddos) who love it as much as I do.

On a perfect day, I realize how perfect life is—when you stop to notice.

My buds have perfect days, too.

My sister, Lindsey, says:

Any day I spend in Disney. Especially if it means pizza at the Italy pavilion and a trip on rockin roller coaster.

And Lindsay says:

This is an easy one. These are the events in order that define my perfect runnaroundd day:

-Get up really early and run a half marathon trail race.

-Hug my mom and dad and sister real tight {assuming they’ll be there cheering me on}.

-Drink lots of coffee.

-Eats lots of trail mix.

-Spend the day walking around Disney.

-Get on all rides in 10 minutes or less.

-Eat pizza for lunch at Via Napoli.

-Watch Magic Kingdom fireworks with happy tears running down my face and a Plaza Ice Cream Parlor cone dripping down my hand.

-Order dinner at my parents’ house from our favorite Chinese place.

-Watch Harry Potter on the big screen with a side of kitty cuddles and peanut butter M&Ms.

-Repeat {can I just have one more day, please??}.

And Javi says:

My perfect day begins with me waking up in a white tuxedo, walking out of my cabana overseeing my gorgeous island paradise, and being met by my tiny friend and employee, in his equally matching tiny white tuxedo. My little friend looks up into the sky and wildly exclaims “look boss! De plane! De plane!” and I wait to greet my guests on my grand Fantasy Islan – no, no. Sorry. That’s not right. My perfect day begins with me waking up in an island paradise. Check. The sun shines down across the beautiful estate which I call home. And, as I run my hand through my thick and luxurious soup strainer mustache, I ponder the gathered facts surrounding an illicit crime that I, along with help of my trusted friend who flies helicopters must solve. A beautiful woman is depending on me to help crack the very sinister plot she knows is unfolding within her family… and there will probably be some quality mustache make out action if I do close the case. So, without hesitation, I ask groundskeeper Higgens for the keys to my Ferrari and speed away for clues. Such is the life of Private Investigator Magnu – Shoot! Ok, wait. My perfect day. I wake up, ready to fight crime as part of an elite justice unit where direct acton might provide the only feasible solution. And, I still drive an awesome car. Oooooh yeah. But, this car is no ordinary car. It’s an all black on black, murdered out, Pontiac Firebird Trans Am. And, it’s got insaaaaaane technology and engineering built in. As well as an artificial intelligence that allows the car to drive by itself and actually talk to me, the driver, Michael Kni – C’mon! Get it together, man. Focus! My perfect day is back to me, solving crimes as a detective, with a partner. But, this time, my partner is a woman. A formal model. Yeeeeaaaahhhh.  And we work at a detective agency together called the Blue Moon Detective Agency. And together we’d be Moonlightinnnnnoooooooo!!!! NO! NO! NO! What is wrong with me? Alright… My perfect day would be complete if someone just brought me a sandwich, as if from no where, without me even hinting for one. And, it would be extra perfect if I overheard someone described me to friends as “adorkable”.

Okay, kids. What does your perfect day look like?