In case any of you were wondering what I want for Christmas, this is it. I’ll take any form of currency, credit card, and gold doubloons. I’ll straight up take a beach house, too. I can take or leave the caretaker, since I will probably be moving there and living there as soon as I possibly can.

This also falls under the “Things I Know are Wishful Thinking, but I Can Still Dream” category. I can fantasize about owning a home where I can walk straight out to the beach whenever I feel like it. Also, in my fantasy scenario, there are no such things as tropical storms or hurricanes.

Oh, I almost forgot one thing. I’d like a vintage Jeep Wrangler to get me to my new beach house and for me tool around in in my shades and unlimited Hawaiian shirts. Then my life would be complete.