I need a Steak-n-Shake run. It’s 11:30 at night, which… would have been an EARLY run for us…
I could really go for some cheesy fries and a hot fudge brownie sundae and some convulsive giggling.
I would love a Vanilla Coke and a nice deep conversation. The kind where I know I’ve been heard, and where I feel safe and valued. I’d like to work on fixing the problems of the government, the world, the church, and myself all in one conversation. I’d love the banter of inside jokes.
And of course, we’d sign a sugar packet. Of course we would.
So… Anybody wanna jump in my truck and go?