Wishful Thinking 1

I was in the grocer's this evening and went down an aisle where something caught my eye.

It was a whoopy cushion.

I wish I'd have purchased whoopy cushions every time I saw one when Dear Daughter was young.  She seemed to love them.  The one I saw today was grand; not one of the flimsy ones but one that perhaps would weather many uses on unsuspecting victims.

I have had many wishes the past two years.  Today's made me smile.  My mind's eye can just picture the fun she would have with this one.  Unfortunately, mostly at my expense. (And I don't mean monetarily.)