That those bell bottoms in my closet from 1978 will someday fit again.
That it's just weight left over from having babies. My babies are 14 and 18.
That if I were to suddenly die tomorrow the kids would get fed, the clothes would get washed and my son would remember to change his underware.
That the dog, a golden retriever, would defend me to the death as opposed to licking an intruder to death.
That these gray hairs give me character.
That my kids will eventually get so fed up with the mess in their rooms that they'll decide to clean them without prompting.
That my husband has use for the 1000 pounds of computer magazines he is saving.
That I truely deserve to win the lottery so it will happen eventually.