In 5 Years . . .

In 5 years I think that . . .

We will be living in a different house, whether it's one that we build or one that we buy.

We will be done producing Nick's and Lizz's.

One or both of my ferrets will "take a long vacation."

My parent's will move from Fruit Heights to Salt Lake because, well, they should.

I will have talked myself into and taken enough Valium that I will be able to get Lasik.

Asher will be starting kindergarten and will have grown into his massive head.

Nick will have taken a managerial position at Marriott, even though he would probably rather stay where he is.

My brother will be married, since his life right now is dating.

I will be 31, and will probably celebrate with a boob job and a tummy tuck.

I will hopefully have lost all the weight I gained from having chillins.

Lime Rickey will still be my favorite ice cream.