Thinking....

I am not famous.

When I got engaged to Hubby, there was no announcement on Good Morning America. When we got married, there were no photos in People Magazine. And when I die, there will be no news reported breaking into regular programing to announce my death.

Why would I even think about this you ask? Well, because I think sometimes it would be nice to be famous. Because in my mind, if you are famous, that usually means you are rich also. And if I were rich, I could do wonderful things like travel to the Bahamas, or Italy. Or just sit at home and watch TV and hang out with my dog.

I know being famous isn't all wonderful, but it sure is nice to dream, isn't it?