I, too, am stuck on an island. Luckily, there are no scary smoke monsters, weird science experiments, or confusing time travel. I lucked out because the island I’m stuck on has luxury hotels and room service.
I’m writing today to invite you to join me here. You can be my cabana boy, secure in the knowledge that during every single debate about who was hotter – you or Jack – I chose you. Sure, Jack had that whole “ooh I’m a doctor and smart and can save your life” thing going on, but he’s whiny. And you are hotter.
Guess what else? Just like your island, mine has magic and healing powers. We use unicorns for transportation and the friendly rainforest fairies have healed my son of his anxiety. Plus, the fairies taught him how to swim last week and he now enjoys scuba diving (in shark-free water because this is my island and that’s a requirement) as much as I do.
I think you’ll be as amused by my crazy friends and family who are here with me because I couldn’t leave them behind. Plus? We have no bugs or snakes and everybody’s nice. Sand never gets stuck in inconvenient body cervices and nobody gets sunburned. And free flip-flops for everybody. I told you it was magical.
Yeah, I thought you might prefer my island to yours. Come on over. And bring some wine.
PS – I’m enclosing some photos in case you need further encouragement.
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. The sentence is “If I were stuck on an island, I would like to have…” Nobody said it had to be deserted and scary. Or real.Your FTSF hosts:
Sawyer photo credit
Maldives photo credit
I’m sharing this post on Whimsical Wednesday (Moms who write and blog) even though it’s not Wednesday.