Sometimes I get a real craving to ride a unicorn.
This might surprise a lot of you who know me. I really don't seem like the unicorn type of girl. And honestly, I'm not. Unicorns, butterflies, holding my pinky out during a tea party - not really my thing.
I'm more of a push-somebody-down-and-then-laugh-at-them kind of person.
It's just that you know that you've really made it when the government grants you special access to their top secret unicorn reserve.
Someday I'll be walking through those bunker doors, selecting the unruliest unicorn, and saddling up. You just wait.
Oh yeah, and don't worry, I'll take pictures. I don't even care that it says "no flash photography" in the fine print on my special access government waiver.