I want a 1960's era musical life, and if I get to choose, I want the Sound of Music. I want my life to have a soundtrack; I want the string ensemble at the fabulous parties I through to reprise the song I see to cheer up my children. I want to effortlessly dance all the folk dances I knew as a child (but I want them to be more graceful than clogging), and to burst into multi-harmonic music at the drop of a hat. I want to meet a fabulously wealthy, debonair, manly yet sensitive man and have him fall madly in love with me, and whisk me away to a life beyond my wildest dreams. I want to be married with a full choral service, bells ringing madly, and wedding-music that is (again) a reprise of one of the catchy little songs I so perfectly burst into as I go through my daily lif.
I do not, however, want the 7 perfectly matched Aryan children (they always kinda freaked me out) , and I could do without the Nazi's and escaping over the mountains. Or even by train.
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