Blog Challenge: Without Consequences

Every Sunday, I host a blog challenge on the scrapbooking board that I'm an active participant on.
Up 'til now, I haven't been including the challenge as part of my Sunday blog entry, but in answer to recent requests to do so, I'll start doing that this week. Play along if you want, or just read. :)

Q: If you could live one day without consequences, what would you do? Would you get a tattoo just to see what it was like? Would you skip work or school and sleep all day? Would you have a one-night-stand, or would you buy a yacht, or would you tell your parents what you REALLY think of them? If you could live one day without consequences, what would you do?

A: I'd spend a LOT of money. I'd break out the ol' emergency credit card, wipe the dust off of it, and at midnight, I'd invite all of my Fortress girlfriends and all of their daughters and all of the Fortress singles to join me at a swanky downtown hotel, where we'd all have adjoining suites. The next morning, we'd order room service, go for pedicures, and then spend the morning buying out the local scrapbook stores.

We'd lunch at a tea room somewhere, and then we'd go to Dallas and spend a load of scratch at Sam Moon, buying fun purses and jewelry.

After that, we'd disperse, 'cause I'd need to take Cara with me to Home Depot, where we'd completely redesign my kitchen and order every single thing we'd need for its remodeling, including the cost of having it professionally installed.

From there, we'd meet our hubbies for dinner, along with the Carmans and the Castellanos and Bobbie, and we'd all pig out at Reata downtown, and then retire to the rooftop grotto for drinks and cigars.

I'd tank up everyone's cars on the way home, and I'd buy fresh flowers for my kitchen table, then I'd come home, take a whiff of my super-clean house that I'd hired a maid service to detail for me while I was out spending and playing... and then I'd slip into my freshly washed super-high-thread-count-Egyptian-cotton sheets that I had delivered from the swankly linen shop down the street. And then I'd sleep peacefully. 'Cause after all... no consequences, right? :)