If money didn’t matter, if calories didn’t count, if chubbier was in fact sexier, I’d be some sort of food critic or food blogger. I’d eat and eat and eat. Fascinating foods in fascinating places. N’er a worry about growing larger, horizontally.
I’d also love to take in, adopt and love, as many kids from foster care as I could possibly house. I’d be a stay at home mom and spend all day making their lives full, making them feel happy and safe and loved. But I’d need a big, big house and no job.
Being a Walmart greeter might be fun. Saying good morning or hello all day long. Getting paid to people watch. That be cool. Our Walmart greeters are posted at the door as people leave the store and they put a green (or whatever colour they have) mark through the middle of the receipt. So it’s a bit more than just greeting. Although in the winter months it would be pretty chilly sitting there.
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