:: dream ::

something i often let myself daydream about is a vacation with my best girls.  or, heck - alone even.

somewhere warm.

with cold beverages.

sand or dirt, i don't care.  give me the beach or give me the mountains.  at this point i have no preference.

i just want outta here.

i want to not have to cook a darn meal.

restaurants.  ones i've never been to.  where food is expensive and tastes out of this world.

where i can wear fun clothes.

a place secluded so music can be as loud as possible.

where there aren't diapers to change.  or fights to break up.  or sassy almost 6 year olds.

a place that has a masseuse would be fab;  i've never had a massage before.  oooh, and if they had a yoga class i'd be all over that.

a place with white fluffy towels.  and a bed i don't have to make if i don't want to.

and i'd like to rent a car that has only two seats.

where the top rolls down.

this sounds a little like heaven.

and a whole lot far-fetched.

guess that's why it's called a dream.