Thursday
Jun072012
Mental Vacation Time: Let's All Take Two Minutes for Some Free R & R
Thursday, June 7, 2012 at 10:30PM Mrs. G. 
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You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things ______________ shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his/her Malibu home for warm milk, cookies and ___________.
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You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things GEORGE CLOONEY shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his Malibu home for warm milk, cookies and SHOULDER RUB.
(I'm not even mentally healthy enough to think up anything more exciting at the moment. And I can usually think of plenty of exciting things to do with George.)
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things PAUL RUDD shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his Malibu home for warm milk, cookies and A FOOT MASSAGE.
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things, Cicero shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his Malibu home for a non-dairy beverage, cookies and a thoughtful discourse on whether an immoral act can ever be justified as an expedient.
The non-dairy beverage is crucial, I am lactose intolerant and Romans thought drinking cows milk was barbaric.
Maybe this is why I have trouble relaxing....this is truly what I would want to happen!
I'm almost there, Santa Monica anyway. And I'm walking up the beach to the ice cream joint on the Pier for a soda.
but if it's Malibu, I'm heading to Taverna Tony's for a glass of retsina and some grilled octopus.
Truthfully, I don't want to go anywhere with anyone. I want to stay on the beach-alone-until I hear thunder, go sit in may car, and wait till it blows over so I can have the beach to myself again.
There are no right answers, Molly.
Perfectly reasonable choice, Amy.
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things Don Cheadle shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his Malibu home for warm milk, cookies followed by dinner and a movie...the foot massage works too.
my husband walks up, and we have a johnny depp movie to watch, with some whiskey on the side
Jack White, and he wants to give me a private concert. Very private.
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things Nigella shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to her Malibu home for warm milk, cookies followed by cooking lessons.
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things ALAN ALDA shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his Malibu home for warm milk, cookies and a M*A*S*H MARATHON.
I'm old, dammit.
Ooo, that's who I was going to pick, Ashley!
Hey, Alan Alda still has it going on and he's old too. Sounds like a great evening to me.
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. This would be February, because you sorely need to be on a warm beach and not here in the grey MEH of upstate NY at that point. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things the wife shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to our (why not?) Malibu home for hot soy milk cappucino, triple chocolate cookies and mad hawt passionate !!!!!! on the covered porch overlooking the sun setting over the Pacific with the storm clouds turning south to rain on somebody else's evening....
Truth is, the wife flew off to see relatives for a few days after lunch and suddenly the house has a) a zillion flies in it and b) a new hornet's nest. I can see this is going to be one of the Biblically challenging weeks....
Someone from HGTV shows up and invites me to walk up the beach to his Malibu home for tea, cookies and the transfer of the title of the house into my name.
I'm sorry to hear about the bugs. Maybe you need to go get a bee keeper suit and call an exterminator. Stay stung free, my friend.
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things _Tom Selleck_____________ shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his/her Malibu home for warm milk, cookies and ___Berry White music on the Cd player________.
Someone who shall remain unnamed walks up and invites me for chocolate guiness cake and a glass or two of Jamison accompanied by the resolution of some long standing problems.
Paul Newman (let's just pretend he's not dead) invites me for hot cocoa and a few hours of sketching the male form.
Oh Linda C. Don't mention Tom Selleck because then I have to agree with you. I may only be 32 but I'm pretty sure that Magnum P.I. was my first mad crush.
For the record, this is the only state in which I want to deal with Jack White. He's hot when he's performing, but otherwise I want to tell him to take a bath and get a haircut. You can see some of the hotness I'm talking about here: http://youtu.be/xESbJEybZb8 (he's the guitarist in all black, for those who aren't familiar with him).
I used to not get the Tom Selleck thing, but now I do. He has truly gotten better with age.
Paul Newman's dead? Why don't I know that?
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things Emmy Lou Harris shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his/her Malibu home for warm milk, cookies and a concert of her old songs.
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things Emmy Lou Harris shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his/her Malibu home for warm milk, cookies and a concert of her old songs.
I am lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as I am packing up my things, my friend Debby shows up (with the new bottle of tequila and some limes that she left to go buy) and invites me to walk up the beach to our rented Malibu beach house for margaritas, quesadillas and a True Blood marathon -- because between us we have two full-time jobs, two 45-minute commutes, two houses to clean, 6 daughters under the age of 13, and only one husband (hers), and man do we need a break. :)
But you totally thought I was going to pick Daniel Craig, didn't you? It was a tough choice. :)
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed (husband took the kids geocaching somewhere far..), and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things Mrs. G shows up with her Derfwad crowd and invites you to walk up the beach to her Malibu rental home for wine, bread, cheese and later chocolate chip cookies and hours to discuss and change the world as if we were 18 again.
Suburban, I honestly don't know how you missed that one. Have you taken to the alcohol?
Alison, I was surprised but oh how I get your choice.
Veronique, that was so sweet. We are still going to at least change our worlds. When I get home from the trip, I am installing message boards so we can take advantage of the Derf Assist List and help each other at least fulfill some of our dreams.
Melissa Etheridge, private um, guitar lessons, yeah, that's it :-)
Just as you are packing up your things Matthew McConaughey shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his Malibu home for warm milk, cookies , some yoga and wild monkey sex.
oh, yeah.....mental R&R......love it.
...some Iron Chef winner...milk, cookies, and some kind of fancy schmancy grilled dinner I don't have to shop for, cook, or clean up after, including lots of nice wine.
I'm not picky. I've eaten a few Iron Chef contestants' restaurants and had fine meals at every one. And that's about the extent of my fantasies these days.
Matthew McConaughaughieeyeyey? Deb? I get it for the wild monkey sex, I do. And the voice. And that sweet lil good ole boy smile. But those arms? They make the T.Rex look like super stretchy Mr. Fantastic from the Fantastic Four.
(Actually as I proofread this that old phrase about short men 'It is all the same when you are lying down' occurs to me. Matthew McConaughaughieeyeyey reinstated. Salivate at will Missus KuroiwaSan ma'am).
hahahaha....Trash, my luv...you do make me laugh (and spit a little coffee on my screen!!)
i'm thinking that i can pretty much ignore those arms if i concentrate on the abs, pecs and if he just keeps whispering wonderful sweet, dirty thoughts into my ears.
oh yeah.
and keep in mind that i'm in the land of 'muscles? where?"....so even if they are short, those arms look dayum good to me. mmmmmmm
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu Hamptons, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things Ina Garten shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to her Malibu Hamptons home for warm dark chocolate milk and Baileys, cookies and a cooking/show planning session with her new straight BFF, me.
Sting
and
a nicely peppery red wine
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things Alan Rickman shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his Malibu home for warm milk, cookies and anything he wants.
*sigh* I just want to lie there and listen to him talk...
I can't even get my imagination to go on holiday today. I've dropped in for 5 minutes of catching up and then I have to clean house and cook for a dinner party tonight, then pack because I'm heading off to camp with 120 Girl Guides saturday morning. All self inflicted of course...why?!
Deborah J, oh yeah! I'm VERY fond of Alan Rickman :-)
Ok - now I have to go Google Image Matthew McC's arms...
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things Professor Bhaer (from Little Women. Fictional characters count right?) shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his/her Malibu home for warm milk, cookies and an evening of reading poetry in front of the fire.
I would also take: Kate in Michigan and a tequila tasting (and a key to the house in Malibu)!
Deborah J, if I had a glass of wine right now I would have spit it out on the keyboard...I would take Alan Rickman too, but he has to talk the whole time. My GOD that accent!
Oh yes-- Tom Selleck with Barry White playing on the stereo, candlelight, comfy pillows, mmm hmm...
Let's just say it's a long time ago, and Shirley MacLaine shows up and invites me back to her Malibu home for dinner, wine and talk ranging from just why the Hell are we here to pee your pants behind the scenes showbiz gossip!
Um - that should have said "pee your pants LAUGHING" Turned out kinda weird, didn't it?
I'm thinking, "Thanks, George, for the good time."
My thoughts- my father shows up and I say to him," sit down next to me here on the beach, let's look at the waves and talk."
He tells me to quit worrying about my mother she is going to do what she does.
That my brother and sister are fine, in fact better than they have ever been.
That all the other worries I have will work out soon if I can just sit tight.
He and I just sit and relax as the sunsets and the air cools.
And I am satisfied.
George Clooney & some seriously sweaty, hard core, no holds barred sex.
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things, a very scruffy Bradley Cooper shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his Malibu home for warm soy milk, cookies and dancing in the rain. Surely he has an outdoor shower -with HOT water!
You are lying on the warm sands of Malibu, relaxed and gazing up at the clouds. It's clear a storm is coming. Just as you are packing up your things, SANTA CLAUSE shows up and invites you to walk up the beach to his Malibu home for warm milk, cookies, whiskey and PRESENTS, ONE OF WHICH TURNS OUT TO BE VIGGO MORTENSEN WRAPPED IN A RED RIBBON. And then Santa tells me I've been a very, very good girl this year and discreetly leaves the premises.