I was thinking last night that I would like to live just like the Jetsons did in the 1960’s cartoon. I could be like Jane, zipping around in her little space car from one shopping mall to the next. While I was out shopping, my maid Rosie would be home cooking dinner, and as I recall… all she had to do was push a button and a capsule of food popped out, ta-da, dinner is served.
Of course my kids would be just like Judy and Elroy. My daughter would be cute and bubbly like Judy, ( no smart-mouth here) and already have her life planned out at the age of 15. My son Elroy would be quite the inventor at the tender age of six. He could invent all kinds of gadgets to make more money for Mommy to spend at the mall. No video games for this kid!
And what about Astro, that cuddly space dog, he could fetch George’s slippers and pipe for him, instead of dear Jane.
Then last, but not least, my dear husband could be just like George. He would be ever so handsome like George, with his flaming red hair and cute, but over-sized nose, what a dreamboat. And we would all live in our futuristic apartment in the sky!
Oh, to live the life of the Jetsons.
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