Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The Burrow's Valentine Cafe
Every morning I cheat on my husband. I have tried to resist the temptation. I only end up with a pounding migraine headache.
I suffer from the absolute need for the delectable, awe-inspiring and indefinable quality of perfection you possess. No matter where I go, you are there. Every bodega, deli, diner and shop is stocked up with your warm, fragrant goodness.
I cannot be without you. Even while pregnant, I ran back to you. My husband cannot comprehend the magnitude of my desire for you.
I am forever enslaved to this legally addictive stimulant. I want you even now.
Image taken from Steven Evans, Wikimedia Commons.