A person usually says a day as perfect only when everything went on right for him. It consists of: 1.Joyness 2.luck 3.Good mood 4.success.

Everything going my way.

1st) God would have to appear and say " "NORMAN, We Both KNOW that you have screwed Up massively.. BUT today I am going to give you a fresh start, clean slate and erase any memories of your past wrong doings away, now BE SMART this time, and THINK !, You know I do this all the time, but, you never thought It would happen to you. NOW go out there and start your NEW life" yea that would be a GOOD day. 2nd) I would have my life back. 3rd) I would have my family back. 4th) I would have my love to hold.

The perfect day for me would be for the children to listen and do what they are told. I wouldn't have to clean anything or cook. No telemarketers calling or bill collecters. Someone would say here take a break I'll do everything for you today. AHHHH I feel better even typing that thanks!!

Waking up early on a Saturday and spending the day getting pampered at a Spa. Everything from a full body massage, manicure and pedicure, facial, etc. When arriving home your favorite meal has been cooked and served by candlelight by your gorgeous husband that loves you dearly. Dinner's accompanied by a very expensive bottle of wine and soft music. The rest of the evening is spent having spine-tingling sex. Yup, that sounds just about perfect. ;-)

Waking up, (in the Ozarks), with NO pain. Saying "good morning" to the love of my life with a kiss. Hugging my children and telling them that I love them. A huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy, pancakes, and coffee. Taking the family shopping, (with money being no object), because this is what they love to do. A steak dinner. An afternoon movie, (at the cinema). Cheeseburgers for supper. In the evening, the whole family sitting on the deck, just talking, (and the kids are NOT arguing). Me smoking one of my fine cigars. Hugging everyone and telling them good night. Going to bed with the love of my life, (and either making love or just spooning, and smelling her hair, as I drift off to sleep).

A day where there unlimited amounts of great food, women and beer.

Here's one version that floated around the Internet several years ago: The Perfect Day for Him! 6:00 Alarm 6:15 BJ 6:30 Massive dump while reading sports section of USA Today 7:00 Breakfast: Filet Mignon and eggs, toast and coffee 7:30 Limo arrives 7:45 Stoli Bloody Mary enroute to airport 8:15 DFW - Private G4 to Augusta, Georgia (Coffee, SI and WSJ) 9:30 Limo to Augusta National Golf Club 9:45 Front nine at Augusta (2 under) 11:45 Lunch: 2 dozen oysters on the half shell, 3 Heinekens 12:15 BJ 12:30 Back nine at Augusta (4 under) 2:15 Limo back to airport (Bombay martini) 2:30 Private G4, Augusta to Nassau, Bahamas (nap) 3:15 Late afternoon fishing excursion with all female crew (topless) 4:30 Land World Record light tackle Marlin (1249 lbs.) 5:00 G4 back to DFW, massage (+extras) enroute by naked Kathy Ireland 6:45 Dump, shower and shave 7:00 Watch CNN newsflash: Clinton resigns, Hillary and Al Gore farm animal video released and authenticated. (Hillary has a secret mole, Al looks real cold) 7:30 Dinner: Lobster appetizers, Dom Perigon (1963), 20 oz. New York Steak 9:00 Remy Martin and Cuban Partagas cigar 9:30 Sex with three women ( at least two of mixed race ) 11:00 Massage and Jacuzzi 11:45 Bed (alone) 11:50 12 second, 4-note fart; dog leaves the room 11:55 Sleep

Made my own version of "Perfect Day for Him" a few years ago... The Perfect Day for Old School 8:00 Wake up 8:15 Morning grooming ritual 8:30 Play with dogs 8:45 Breakfast of THC-enhanced sweet rolls 9:00 Leave for Zuma beach 9:40 Find rare day of perfect 4'-6' surf at Zuma 9:45 Commence boogie-boarding 11:00 Cease first boogie-boarding session, ingest Pop-tarts 11:15 Emergency treatment for dangerously low blood THC 11:30 Lie on beach, appreciate nature 11:45 Commence boogie-boarding again 12:07 Catch wave that prompts Klingon-esque bellowing and induces 3-day bout of "surfer's high" 12:19 Watch dolphins frolic during lull in surf 12:45 Reluctantly drag spent body out of surf 12:55 More Pop-tarts 1:00 More nature appreciation 1:15 Throw Frisbee around on beach 1:30 Contemplate 3rd boogie-boarding session 1:40 Commence 3rd boogie-boarding session 2:20 Assert "I'm going out after one more good wave" 2:35 Leave water after 4th good wave since 2:20 2:45 Leave beach 3:15 Arrive at Wooden Center (UCLA campus) 3:20 Shower and put on basketball gear 3:30 Begin organizing pickup game 3:35 "C'mon Magic, you and Kobe would give us 10 for full-court" 3:48 Complete reverse layup off perfect pass from Magic 4:12 Throw 40-foot bounce pass to Kobe leading to windmill jam 4:45 Lose game 11-10 to team with 3 former NBA players (Despite Kobe & Magic’s Best efforts) 4:46 Magic & Kobe: "Thanks for the game, fellas" 4:50 Regain consciousness after brain explodes at 4:46 4:55 Shower 5:15 Super Big Gulp at nearest 7-11 5:45 Massive Chinese food at Plum Tree Inn washed down with fine beer 6:45 Ride to Staples Center 7:15 Emergency treatment for low THC level 7:35 Tip-off of Lakers-Kings game 8:22 Magic spots you in your courtside seats, flashes you a "You da man" hand gesture 8:29 Regain consciousness after brain explodes at 9:22 10:04 Lakers win 123-119, Kobe scores 33, reprises windmill jam from 4:12, points to you in courtside seats. 10:09 Regain consciousness after brain explodes at 10:04 10:48 Pet dogs upon return home 11:05 Pass out, dream of pickup games with Magic & Kobe Gee, I didn't seem to find any time for sex....;->.....

Here's my itinerary for my perfect day: 7:00AM-Wake up in the back of a VW camper van to find my love outside drinking and watching the sunrise over the mountains of central Europe. 7:34AM-Sitting down for a nice picnic breakfast with my love, preferably consisting of tequila and bourbon biscuits. 8:27AM-Pack picnic supplies into the van, stop to take a leak in the bushes by the roadside, climb into van, begin playing an R.E.M. record at maximum volume over the stereo, start driving. 9:45AM-Notice a small, helpless infant badger sitting in the gully by the side of the road, stop to pick it up, name it Frederick. 12:00PM-Stop in small town for a nice quiet lunch in the local tavern. 12:14PM-Quiet lunch turned ugly when I insult the villagers' Jesus stump, Que. Dukes of Hazzard-esque car chase. 1:00PM-Finally shake the locals who've been chasing us in their dilapidated, but surprisingly speedy, donkey carts. 1:10PM-Start out back on the road, substitute Kinks for R.E.M. 2:30-Pit stop for purposes of having a good long heart to heart talk, feeding infant badger, drinking, etc. 3:45PM-Nap in back of van while my love takes a shift at driving. 4:20PM-Pick up mysterious hitchhiker who turns out to be a good friend of ours who got sidetracked after a disorienting visit to New York. 4:25PM-Long heated discussion while driving, about whether we need to incorporate some Clash records into our rotation, rather than just R.E.M. and The Kinks. 5:32PM-Settle argument, make up over several bottles of fine tequila and several dozen packets of gourmet bourbon biscuits, settle on playing yet another Kinks record. 6:46PM-Drive off into the Waterloo Sunset. Of course, that's subject to alteration depending on what my travelling companion may want to do with the day, and the blank areas in the time frame are fully open for just about anything to happen.