On Saturday I wanted to be a baby yoga instructor. Because nothing is cuter than babies doing big human yoga poses.

On Monday I wanted to be a model. Because I was too tired to, but wanted to, do my hair. If I were a model it would be done for me...and so would my makeup and my outfit would always be flawless.

On Tuesday I wanted to be a flight attendant. Because then I could fly to Montana for free and go hiking this weekend.

On Wednesday I wanted to photographer for National Geographic so I could spend all day behind a lens, finding wonder.

On Thursday I just wanted to be so filthy rich that I never had to work again!

On Friday I woke up at 4am to finish a cake, and I realized I never want to do anything but this: