I had the worst dream last night!
I was in a restaurant with an old friend from high school. (Hi, Jeff!)
It was an interesting restaurant. Reminded me of a shack you might find in Key West or any other random beach town. The windows were opened to the outside so that the sea breeze could blow in through them.
We were randomly chatting about what to order when I noticed a sign that said, "Mothers beware! Don't let your little girls get blue tattoos!"
The sign was on the table in one of those plastic frames that you find gracing the tables of many casual restaurants...usually containing the weekly beer specials.
That's odd, I thought. Then I realized that there was a tattoo parlor in the back room of this restaurant.
My dear sweet Sarah comes bee bopping out of the back room. She had her hair in a pony tail and she had the sweetest little smile on her face. "I'm getting a tattoo!" she happily exclaimed.
It was at this point that I started tossing and turning. And turning and tossing. Until I finally realized that she's only seven and would need my permission.
And then my alarm went off and I realized that I was only dreaming.
Thank goodness for alarm clocks!