Dreaming about… no, Dad, please don’t.
Jan 11th 2004WallabyGeneral & laughter
Just woke up from a really long nap (yay!). I dreamed my dad had decided to open up a Wendy’s (TM) in the kitchen, and he was asking me all kinds of questions about just how they do things (and of course I somehow remembered all the answers after 5 blessed years of not working there). The fries weren’t too hard to figure out, but we’d just gotten started on the grill when I woke up… it was surprisingly difficult to figure out how to turn a regular electric-element range into an evenly heated electric grilling surface. I remember lots of grease cans, too.
