When I Grow Up

It finally occurred to me, what I want to be when I grow up.  Unfortunately, I have no training for this job.  I have no financial backing for this job.  I have little hope of ever landing this job.
Unless.
Unless I come into a large sum of money.  Then my dream job becomes a reality.  First things first, the two week notice.  After that, a vacation, pay off some college tuition loans, bye an Irish Wolfhound and Great Dane (since this is a pipe dream, I am going all out!).  Then on to the dream job.
First I'd buy a little plot of land out west.  And by west I mean West Des Moines.  I would like to be near St. Francis Church.  I'd hire an architect with great vision and have him build me a little store that resembles something out of Italy.  Then I'd fill my little store with all kinds of Catholic things. 
I would have silly hours, like before and after Mass.   I would have all those saint medallions that I so love.  I would have books on Pope JP2 because he is my favorite.  I would have CDs of Gregorian Chants (mainly because that music freaks Danny out).  I would spend my work days helping people find the perfect First Communion gift, or flip through the vast collection of Saints books I will have amassed or just chatting with the customers that stopped in to tell me about their day. 
Eventually, I would plan trips to The Holy Land,  The Vatican, Lourdes.  I would traipse about all the holy places where Mary appeared.   There would be theme trips and it would be me and a bunch of old people that wanted to see the holy sites before they died.  After trips, I would go to church meetings and show them the slides! 
I wouldn't make much money.  I wouldn't need to, remember as I am now independently wealthy.  I would not be open on really nice days or really yucky days.  I would probably have a dog in the store that laid behind the counter and thumped his tail every time the door chime jingled.  I would have a little screened in area so I could be outside when I was actually working.  There would also be a little snack section so I would never be without sweet tea and malt balls!
I realize that most Catholic book stores are now online.  People don't shop there much except for First Communion.  Most people are not interested in the saints, their stories, their little oval medals that hang from my bracelet.  I think the beauty of this dream job is that it would connect me to people interested in the same things.  It would bring much joy back into my workday.  That is a dream in its self.  And I would have a dog there, maybe two!  I am really not counting on this to happen, but The Lord does work in mysterious ways.