If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a rocking chair like the awesome ones in the Charlotte airport. Not that I would want to live in an airport. Even though sometimes it feels like I do.
If I were a country, I’d be Italy. Or Spain. Or Barbados. Or Argentina. Or Australia.
If I were a food, I’d be a brownie sundae.
If I were a day, I’d be Saturday.
If I were a color, I’d be purple.
If I were a letter I’d be W.
If I were a book, I’d be The Great Gatsby. Jordan. Definitely Jordan.
If I were a political leader, I’d be Margaret Thatcher. Or Nelson Mandela. Or George Voinovich. Or Olympia Snowe.
If I were a drink, I’d be red wine.
If I were a man, I’d be Cary Grant.
If I could know the future, I’d want a glimpse into my unborn children's lives.
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