Sitting in my office, I remembered conversation I had with my dearest hubby on a Sunday afternoon...while he was reading the Sunday paper and I was enjoying a cup of Old Town 3 in 1 coffee...."why can't there be 3 days of weekend?"....my hubby was quiet, maybe he never think about it.....it never cross his mind.
Does it ever happen to you where you have to force yourself up from the cozy bed to get ready for work when the only thing you want to do is to be in your dreamland.....aarrrgggghhhhhhh.....I hate that.
Friday, the alarm is off and you've set your mind for a late morning the next day. In your sleep you could hear songs/music being played...when you just wish...really wish that you are dreaming, then you realize that.....NO YOU ARE NOT DREAMING!!!!...it's the damn radio (next door) and it's only 5:00 in the morning......aarrrrggghhhhhhhhhh......I do wish for that extra 1 day for weekend.