After Scott went home to re-meet my family for the first time, he asked me about it. I explained, and mentioned how much I liked it, and that I really wish I had inherited it, but it never crossed my mind to call anyone anything besides their name. So he started calling me Stella. And I still get called Stella more than Mickelle. (I know I'm in trouble if he actually calls me by name.)
Anyway. Here's the list. It's not only a start to my bucket list, which I never made when it was trendy and cool but decided to wait till it was trite and blasé, but a very specific sub-category of said list: it's the list of bucket items which are impossible because they are ridiculously expensive, and additionally even if I was rich are sooooo not happening any time whilst I'm, you know, bearing and raising children and staying home commanding them to eat their protein and reallyboringstufflikethat.
Go on a tour of the Holy Land. Nice, long, busy, and with an incredible tour guide. (Really, I'd like to go to BYU Jerusalem for a semester. But that's impossible for anyone who already has a B.A., as far as I can tell. But I'd go scrub floors if they'd let me.)
Spend a night in one of those treehouse cabins
Visit Delianova, Taurasi, and a few of the other Italian towns from which my family immigrated (Oh, and when I do, I want to stay at a Agriturismo and eat in the kitchen of a local.)
Another cruise. A nice one. A long one. And play lots of canasta with my parents aboard.
Go to Disney World with just Scott. Kinda like a second honeymoon, only bigger and better and with less taquitos
Eat at Club 33
Have my portrait and a family portrait taken by Sue Bryce. And buy her most expensive package.
See Mandy Patinkin and Audra McDonald in concert (And Mandy has to sing "Children Will Listen")
Swim with the dolphins. Up close and personal.
Take my children on short trips, just me and them, when they turn 8 (Day trip), 12 (Overnight trip), and 16 (Long weekend trip)