I don't know what you lay in bed at night thinking about. I'm not sure I want to know. But I'm compelled to share what I think about when on my bed at night.
Crunchy Tuna Rolls. Spicy Mayonaise. Spicy Tuna. Super Crunch. And a bunch of other rolls that come in many beautiful colors and amazing flavors with names I don't even try to pronounce.
Are my fantasies sin? Do I need to join a recovery group?
My desires are healthy. I always think, while eating at my favorite sushi bar, "who can I share this experience with?" I want to spread the love.
Both of my children and one intern on my job has recently converted from calling Sushi "fish bait" to saying things like: "I'm jonesing for some sushi." It brings tears to my eyes.