SKY DIVE. Nope. No desire at all to do this. In fact, merely contemplating it gives me the shudders. EAT THE GREEN GUNK OUT OF A LOBSTER. As if! Gag me. GET A TATTOO. Not that I have a problem with tattoos; in fact, I seriously thought about it about ten years ago but now, not inclined. BECOME FLUENT IN A SECOND LANGUAGE. It would have been so cool to have done so, but, well, too much work. It seems my brain only has so much capacity any more and I'd best keep it freed up for words in my own language. OBTAIN A GREEN THUMB. I've gotta face it, me + plants = death for the plants. VACATION AT A CLOTHING OPTIONAL RESORT. I'm in no way judging those who do, but, me? No thank you. Somethings are better left to the imagination, including myself. TAKE AN ACID TRIP. Absolutely no interest in this. My mind can conjure up enough scary or freaky things on its own. ADOPT AN ITTY-BITTY DOG. Sorry, Toto, but having a big old lovable and slobbery Lab has ruined your chances of ever coming home with me. Not to mention, there seems something wrong with having a dog that's smaller than my cats. LEARN TO PLAY THE VIOLIN. At one point I thought about it but, alas, I don't believe I have what it takes. HAVE A BABY. As I am almost 50, this does not require further explanation! WATCH THE MOVIE NAPOLEON DYNAMITE. I know it's got a cult following, however, it's not on my "to do" list; zero appeal. HAVE ANY SORT OF "WORK" DONE TO VISUALLY IMPROVE MY PERSON. Having struggled the majority of my life with caring too much about what is in the mirror, I don't want to prolong it any further; time to just embrace nature. Besides, I've seen some really awful results on people here in Florida and I don't want to be one of those statistics. One exception to this is if I require some minor procedure after the skin cancer on my face (or any others that pop up) is removed. ICE SKATE BACKWARDS. Heck, I can barely manage to ice skate forwards. OWN A PAIR OF CROCS. I don't care if they are comfortable. They are ugly. I would rather go barefoot.