I don’t know about you, but the entries on my wish list seem to have a theme: physical perfection. I realize that some of you are envisioning that to mean Barbie Doll-like proportions, but for me that isn’t quite what I have in mind. (Besides, her feet are just way too small to support such a large set of ta-tas.) No, as much as I’d really like a different body ensemble than the one I’ve got, I covet perfection in my physical world. As in a clean house. No, as in a house that looks like IKEA.