ode to steak fajitas
Finally, we meet again. I thought this moment might never arrive. I've been thinking of you since that first magical encounter we shared yesterday. I dreamed of you last night. I considered enjoying you for breakfast this morning, but that would be too weird - even for me. Between classes today (ok . . . during), I couldn't get your delicious strips of grilled steak or your savory, soft peppers and onions out of my head. The four mile trip home from the doctor's office, which took about an hour in standstill traffic, was almost bearable because I knew you would be waiting at the end. And here we are. You and me. Do you hear a symphony? Do you see fireworks? I do. Yesterday you were dinner. Today you are marvelous. Now I'm going to eat you. Bye.