Where should I begin? Actually, I can't complain. My only real regret falls under the category of silliness and unimportant trivia. I realize others have more important, more serious things to report. I can serve only as the comic relief.
Back in 1991, my mother and I traveled to Alberta, Canada to bring my youngest daughter home from college.
Along the way, we stopped at a very old-fashioned lodge probably built in the 1930's, and not much updated. Unlike today's modern hotels and motels with all the furniture virtually bolted to the floor, the furnishings here were loose.
Between the two beds was a chest of drawers, blocking our view of each other as we lay in bed chatting before sleep. Both of us got into the wildest fit of giggles since our teenage years over what fun it would be to re-arrange all the furniture to our liking, and wishing to be the proverbial fly on the wall when the maid came in after we'd left.
That is my regret--we only talked about it, and did not do it. ;-)