So I posted some pictures of the interior of the restaurant on Facebook. Just click on the title of this post and it should take you straight to the pics. The inside of my baby is coming together pretty nice. We've had quite a few inspections already and we're just chugging along as best we can. Who would have thought that there are so many inspections. There is plumbing inspection, there is mechanical inspection, there is electrical inspection, there is a health inspection, there is a fire alarm inspection, and I can go on and write a book about just the list of inspectors coming in to make sure we're not a hazard to you or something like that. :) I wonder what kind of person would purchase such a book. I think I would call the book, "Inspect This: Restaurant Addition". On the bright side we're almost done. Then we can go on to start training our staff and having people come in and trying our food. I have to be honest; I am freakin' terrified. If I am not so concerned with hygiene and maybe ruining a good pair of underwear, I would probably crap my pants and make a run for it. But I've been mentally slapping myself and telling me to hold it together; there is no turning back. It is do or die time. I'm recently having dreams where I actually have lots of customers and I'm feeling good about myself, then I realize that I don't know how to work my point of sales program and the nicey nicey feeling spirals into horrifying feelings of complete dread and shame. I know shame sounds dramatic, but come on, how can I not work the POS? I'm not trying to be cocky or anything, but I'm pretty sure I'm smart enough to learn that machine. Why is it dream beating me?! Another time I had a dream I had TMJ or something. I couldn't open my mouth to respond or speak. Hmmm...maybe that wasn't brought on the restaurant. Maybe I have a deep seeded fear of not being able to run my mouth. Oh well, anyways, enjoy the little peek-a-boo show headlining my baby. Update again real soon!