A Cartoon Fantasy

I've long admitted that I have a wild imagination and in my mature twenty-five years, my imagination is as active as ever. Recently, I have been stuck on one cartoon fantasy in my imagination:

I want to be a Jetson. Several reasons exist for this. I like outer-space. I've always wanted a people-mover escalator-looking thing in my home. The idea of a robot maid is very attractive; I wouldn't be bossing around a human, but my house would be cleaned by someone other than me. The bubbling sound that comes from Jetson cars is very fun. I really love Astro, the Jetson's dog. The most important reason, however, for my Jetson jealousy is the getting-ready machine George and the family used.

Don't you remember? The Jetsons would wake up looking haggard as we all do in the morning, step into this box, and come out two seconds later, looking flawless. Showered and shaved, with celebrity-worthy make up and hair.

I WANT THAT.

Let's examine:

Judy Jetson has got to be the hottest cartoon chick ever. I also have Judy Jetson jealousy in that her ponytail is awesome and her hair is white.


The shower/get-you-all-ready box has also been very good to Jane Jetson, who has hair that never moves.

And here's the whole good-looking family.

I figure that with all of these fancy-schmancy stupid inventions people think up, a getting-ready machine should be quite simple. I would like someone to invent it and give it to me for Christmas.

Does anyone else experience cartoon fantasies? Please tell me I'm not insane.

And vote on Tuesday.