Okay…I didn’t, really. But I got your attention, right?

But I did have a dream last night. And in it, John and I (I think you can call someone by their first name when you’re noshing on fast food with them…even if it’s only in your dreams) were hanging out in a no-name greasy spoon and waiting on our order of fries. And I’m not talking limp shoestring fries. I’m talking the nice juicy steak fries. Yummy!

This tells me that either 1) I have been watching WAY too much political news on television or 2) my recent obsession with burgers and fries is completely out of hand.