ladies who lunch

I am not a rich woman, but I know I would be fabulous at it. 

I would have long lunches with friends, and shop all day, and get my hair and nails done every week.

I would happily tip the housekeeper on her way out the door each day.

I would savor every bite of the healthy decadent meals that my chef prepares.

I would relish my monthly massage appointments.

I would wear big lavish jewelry that my husband spoils me with for no reason.

I would work out every morning in my home gym because my personal trainer would insist.  And then after the workout we would drink a smoothie. 

I would travel.  Lots.  To everywhere.

I would always have fresh flowers all over my home.

And I wouldn't worry and stress and pray every time I turned the key in the ignition of my beat up car or wrote a check or needed to buy my daughter a new pair of tap shoes or had to decide whether to work two more hours or spend time with my kids.  I wouldn't miss my family and friends so much because I would be able to see them whenever I wanted.

And I would enjoy every second.  Because I would be a fabulous lady who lunches.