I'd sure like to join the local credit union. (Wells Fargo, you are sucking the soul out of my body. I don't really eat at McDonald's, I don't really shop at Wal-Mart, so why in the hell do I really bank with Wells Fargo?)
I'd sure like to cut back and cover my perennial gardens. (I think I will have time to do my annual fall yard clean-up this weekend. I think. I put back together our formerly flooded basement and cleaned the garage this weekend, so the yard is the last big outside thing I want to do before the snow flies.)
I'd sure like to check the mail and find a check from anyone. (I think this everytime I get the mail. Every. Time.)
I'd sure like to live on a beach in a cabin in Puerto Rico for 60 bucks a month. (I should make my Basic Writing studs find all the prepositional phrases in that sentence.)
I'd sure like to take a trip anywhere. (Anywhere. At all. Except NoDak.)
I'd sure like to go to Avenue Q in March at the SuFu Washington Pavilion. (This may actually happen. For realsies.)
I'd sure like to get rid of the pain in my right Achilles heel. (I've had this since Spring. Ay yi yi.)
I'd sure like to get My Antonia read. (Whenever I say this in my head, I always say it as My Aunt Tonia. Ha!)
I'd sure like to be the guest host of Saturday Night Live. (I've got some really fantastic ideas for sketches.)
I'd sure like to go back to bed. (Instead of teaching 6 hours and holding 5 hours of office hours and driving 2 hours today.)
