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Sometimes everything looks sad to me.  I watch a favorite television sitcom and notice the obstacles to the happiness of my favorite characters.  I don't laugh at the jokes.  I wish my life were perfectly aligned to achieve the goals I have.  But it's not.  

And I'm not extravagant about my goals--I just want a few things in life: dinner out whenever I don't feel like cooking; nice ingredients to cook with when I do; movie and theatre and dance and music and sports tickets now and then; lots of books and enough bookshelves to keep them organized; a visit to Italy; a really nice pair of walking shoes; the ability to fix a hole in the wall of my house; friends I can lean on.  

I don't need a private jet at my disposal or a swimming pool in my backyard.  I don't need a butler or a collection of fur coats or a hundred pairs of expensive shoes.  I don't need to have a summer place in the mountains or a winter place on an island.  I don't need fame or recognition or uncountable gold pieces or a car collection.  

I would like to achieve only one thing in my life.  I would like to beat the snot out of my husband at Snood.  Is that so much to ask of the universe?  Huh?