There are a couple of things that I have decided that I desperately need.  Of course, I can’t find them anywhere.

1. Six years ago, Target had a line of pajamas, the name of which I totally forget. Among the designs were a pair of gray pajama bottoms with the Eiffel Tower stamped all over them in red. I wore them all.of.the.time, especially when I was out there pregnant with Morgan.  I need those pajama bottoms or any drawstring pajama bottoms with the Eiffel Tower on them.  Someone, please get on that.

2. Speaking of the Eiffel Tower, I need it.  Specifically, I need a replica. Preferably an 18 inch wire/mesh type that I can plunk down on this sideboard we have to complete a little Parisian theme we have going in the hallway.  Two, three weeks ago, those things were all over HomeGoods, Marshalls and TJ Maxx?  Today, all of those stores look ransacked and on the verge of collapse. Gotta love the post-holiday return and exchange crush.

3. Yoga pants.  Really, this shouldn’t be so hard and yet, I am about to have an aneurysm because I can’t find any decent yoga pants. Part of the problem stems from the fact that I will not fork over my money to an establishment whose clerks and service providers do not acknowledge me in the store.  Can I get a greeting? Can you help me find something without me having to chase you through the store only to have you evade me by popping into the Employee Only black hole of coffee-breaks and inventory rooms? Yes, I’m looking at you, Lululemon salesperson ::stinky side-eye::

4. A car that works.  My car just up and decided to deflate the other day. I mean, I went outside and the back-end looked like it had been filled with bricks. The front end had it’s nose in the air like a trained seal.  I couldn’t figure out what was going on. Turns out the air suspension was blown or shot or whatever. Bottom line? It wasn’t working.  So, it goes to the dealership and my sweet hubby brings home a rental car. I’m thinking something with four-doors, like a Honda Civic or a Ford Focus. Nope. I get this:

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And I die.

Seriously? Oh, this thing is fully loaded with leather seats, two DVD players, the automatic rear sliding doors on each side and all manner of jingly bells and whistles.  The girls consider this a serious upgrade and I’m sure there will be tears when it’s time to turn it in.  As for me? I’m not trying to knock the folks out there who drive around in their Odysseys, Quests, and what not, but I’m just not that girl.  There have been times when we’ve been up against a wall with respect to car options. We were pushing my dad’s old Lincoln Town Car there for a while (like driving your living room around town).  But see, I’ve been an SUV driver for as long as I’ve had my license and an SUV is about as big as I want to go.  Truth be told, if I had my way, I’d be sitting pretty in one of these:

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And I even like the color. . .(if you know that reference, give yourself 2 million cool points).  Boo-hoo for me, I don’t think Mercedes makes this body style any more.  Craig said he’d get me one for my 50th birthday. I had to specify that I meant the actual car that I could fit into and drive, not some Hot Wheels or Micro Machines knock-off.  Gotta be specific.

I’ve got a serious case of the gimmes with no discernible end in sight.  What’s a girl to do?