Making Banana Pancakes (Part 2)

Sometimes I wish I could take the day off work, pretend I'm sick and stay home with a cute little lady I picked up at a coffee "shop" with a capital S. We'd sleep in until the sun can't be ignored, or perhaps it's raining and I hold her in my arms while we stare out at the city gettin' its rain on. I'd make some waffles while she reads the paper wearing only one of my long flannel shirts and saying funny, cute things I don't understand. Then we'd make some waffle sandwiches and go for a walk in the rain and laugh at some things we find funny together, like a dog wearing underpants, or a person. At home we'd drink some wine and take a bath together and just mellow out while I pull out my guitar and play some sweet mellow licks. Maybe I'd even make up something. Then we could put on a movie, cuddle up under a blanket and give each other little kisses on the lips until it's time to go to bed.

But then who would input all of this data? I gotta get a new job.