Ones who walk away from omelets

Do you ever have this fantasy that you'll be walking down the street one day and a briefcase full of thousand-dollar bills falls out of the sky and hits you in the head? And you won't even care about the gaping wound in your scalp that's bleeding like crazy because you'll finally be able to stop working for a while and catch up on all the sleep you've been missing because your baby wakes up three times a night and won't calm down and stop wheezing until he gets some breast milk? Or is that just me?

I'm actually pretty psyched today because we have tomorrow off. The city's annual arts festival is taking place on our campus this year, so the school is letting all of us have the day off rather than try to find parking spots in that chaos. And, frankly, it's a good choice on the administration's part because if I was here all day, I'd be out eating funnel cakes instead of working in my office anyway. I do love me some funnel cakes.