Thirty 25-pound bags of cat litter, to see the cats through the winter.
Ooops, I already got that, as requested, for Christmas.
In my wildest fantasies, a patch of land--say, circa 2560 acres--in the Sandhills.
In my moderate fantasies, I suppose, a new car.
In my mildest fantasies, the collected works of Clare Boothe Luce.
In my most-realistic fantasies, quitting smoking.
We'll see.
(Don't mean to put a damper on everybody else's wishes; franksolich is just that way.)