It’s Friday and I’m daydreaming about Five O’Clock Somewhere… little Jimmy Buffet daydreams about a margarita or corona in my hand and sand on my feet. That being said I can’t remember the last time I had a drink… but day dreaming is fun.
Further on the daydream end of things, I’m a super daydreamer about simple things. I wish for the powerball because then I could donate food, buildings and more to the homeless shelter. But even easier than that, I just wish the mom dream. What’s the mom dream? It’s all about going to the restroom by myself without anyone grabbing the doorhandle and saying, mom, mom, mom, mom while shaking it and trying to get in. This is also followed by the mom dream of sleeping in…
Well, back to restaurant equipment… so much for umbrella drinks and sandy beaches.