If I don't eat a cheeseburger I am gonna cry.

No I am serious. Yesterday, I saw a picture of cheeseburger on a menu from Big Daddy's that was left at my office and my mouth and eyes watered. I get emotional over the weirdest things. If I didn't eat that burger I was gonna cry.

I wanted to order delivery that very moment even though I ate just an hour ago. Then I saw the list of milkshakes they make. Oh yeah, I NEEDED a cheeseburger, fries and a strawberry milkshake. Since I knew that it would take too long for the delivery to arrive before I had to see my next patient I decided to go to the restaurant right after work for dinner.

Corey called me an hour after my craving set in. He decided not to train that night at the martial arts studio so we could have some time together (awww!) and asked if I'd like to go get dinner after work.
"YES"! I replied.
"Do you have anything in mind?"
"YES! I need a cheeseburger. Let's go to Big Daddy's."

When we got to the restaurant I order my "Big Daddy Burger". It is a cheeseburger with jack cheese, thick cut bacon, fried onion, lettuce and tomato on a sesame see bun. I also ordered my strawberry milkshake. When the waitress left, Corey asked me if I had brought Lactaid (I am lactose intolerant) to accompany my milkshake.
"Nope."
"How are gonna digest it".
"I don't care. I NEED a strawberry shake."
"Oooh man", he laughs "I am not sleeping next to you tonight!"

The burger came with pickle. I ate the pickle. I loved the pickle. It seemed like it was the best pickle I had ever eaten in my life. I told my husband how much I loved the pickle. Corey bit into his, acknowledged its tastiness and, to his disadvantage, did not eat the whole thing fast enough. My pickle was gone. I could still taste it in my mouth. One hit and I was addicted. I needed more. I was fixated on his pickle. So, I ate it. A few minutes later he wanted another bite of his pickle. As he gazed at his plate completely confused he said"Hey, what happened to my pickle?"
I smiled coyly, "I ate it."
He said, "When?"
"I ate it right in front of your face while we were talking. You saw me."
"Wow. I didn't even see you take it."
Then with urgency I told him,"Baby, when we leave we need to stop by the grocery store and get a jar of pickles."
"They won't be as good as these."
"I don't care."

He was right they are not as good. But still I eat 'em.

Pickles & A Strawberry Shake. Funny people always talk about pregnant women eating pickles and ice cream but let me tell ya, that shit taste'es gooder then a mofo.