Yeah, I pointed out that first one to him.
Doubt it did any good.
…I’d have a theme song that would play whenever I walked into a room.
…we would attract the people we are attracted to and repel those we find repulsive. And all this would happen on a level we were never quite conscious of.
…our salaries would be based on how fulfilled we felt and not vice verse.
…a great national sport would arise involving two teams on rollerblades and the severed heads of Newt Gingrich and Rush Limbaugh.
…Larry King would say, “you know, after seven wives I’ve had enough. I’m joining the monastery.”
In a perfect world, I would control the weather. I would most likely make it be autumn. Deep blue sky alternating with dark dramatic clouds; crisp cool air, falling leaves, apples, pumpkins, Halloween, all that good stuff. Daytime high: 70, nighttime: 40. I would be able to wear regular clothes like a normal person and have the energy to get up and do stuff instead of sitting around sweating like a pig in a grubby cotton sundress, nauseous from the heat. ( Oh, all right, I’ll allow spring for a month, a nice spring , of course. And I’ll allow a month of picture postcard winter. But only two weeks of summer, and not a day over 85, so make the most of it.)
Sincerely,
“Fed Up To HERE With Summer”
Hamburger would come with Hamburger Helper, and it wouldn’t spoil in the box.
Don’t ask.
…somebody else would want to cook dinner.
…folding clothes would be a fun game my kids would love to engage in.
…my favorite Jethro Tull cd wouldn’t be ruined.
…Jim Henson would be alive.
Chocolate would have no calories. Ditto anything made with chocolate!
'Fraid not. No pro baseball for me on my knees, not to mention 28 is a little old to start a pro sporting career. No amateur baseball either. Thank goodness for Triple Play Baseball and my PS2 or I’d never get my fix.
And Tattva, where have you been?
Anyway, back to the OP. In a perfect world…
… store bought chocolate chip cookies would always taste fresh out of mom’s oven.
… driving a hunter green Ford Focus would be the absolute apex of coolness.
… Pauley Shore and Adam Sandler would never be allowed to make any more films ever.
…I could have a Money Tree growing outside my window. Whenever I was broke, I could reach out and pick off a couple of bucks. And every autumn, I’d have a yard full of cash.
…I’d be able to talk to my dogs, and they’d be smart enough to go to the store carrying money and a note to get me stuff when I was too lazy to go myself.
They conveniently ‘lose’ the note, and come home empty handed every time. I think they’re blowing it all on jerky treats and what-have-you. I also think Pogo has been smoking. Damn dogs.
…I’d live in a gingerbread house, except not gingerbread, cause I hate gingerbread. But maybe something yummy like a graham cracker house. Or I could have each room be made of a different treat. I could have an Oreo bathroom, and a chocolate chip kitchen. And I’d have a soft-serve ice cream faucet on the kitchen sink…the kind where you could get chocolate, vanilla, or swirled. Yeah…mmm…swirled…
Rose
…There’d be real live dinosaurs, and no longer confined to zoos. Well, maybe a few zoos…
…Three word: Four. Day. Week. 
…Animals could talk to people and vice versa. Stole that one from Wicked, but it would definitely rock.
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Originally posted by Crunchy Frog
…I wouldn’t have to work. I could just play baseball all day and get laid after the game and they’d pay me for it.
…no one would be paid to play baseball.
Hey, I actually used to do that! (Of course, I had to work 10 hours every day…)
My personal favorite is 2 day week, 5 day weekend! 