I was sitting in bed last night, hair dripping on to the pages of my flowered journal, me waxing poetically and conjuring prose with the flick of my dainty (ahem!) wrist, when the phone rings.
"Hello?" I answer politely.
"Come get me. Get out of bed. I'm hungry." Summer demanded of me.
"I'm in bed! My hair's wet!"
"Yeah. Don't care. Hungry. Come get me." She repeated.
"Fine. Be there in a bit. Listen for me to honk - my hair's WET so I don't wanna get out in the cold."
"Hungry." She said in a way of agreement.
Of course, I have to go in and get her. My niece is still up and adorable in her Elmo footie pajamas. "Harry? Where Harry?" she asks me, eyes big like a doe's. Thanks, twerp, it's nice to see you, too! :)
I get Summer and toss her into the side of my Escape and we make our way to the Border. Taco Bell.
"Ask 'em what's in the Fiesta Burrito," she pokes me with one of her skinny needle fingers.
"Um - Hi - What is in your Fiest-O Burrit-ah?" I ask and then burst out laughing when I realize what I've said.
"Excuse me?" said the man in the speaker. "Didn't get that."
"Um, okay," (snigger, snigger, snort) "What are the innerds of the Fiest- the Fiest -" tears stream from behind my glasses as I laugh so hard that I begin to bark like a seal.
I look at Summer - "YOU - you - you made me - HORNK!"
"What the hell is a 'HORNK'?" She asks me in between bursts of silent laughter.
"The Feista Burrito has..." An exasperated woman gets on the intercom and tells us what lies in the mystery of this Taco Bell creation.
"Yeah, we don't want that." I say to her and wipe my eyes. We place an order - the same thing we get every time and pull to the window.
A very large man takes our money, "Ya'all having a good night tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah, she just drove in and I was in bed and -" he cut me off by shutting the window and taking the order of the car behind us.
This only made Summer and me laugh harder. We arrived home ten minutes later, red-faced and hoarse.
Good times, fresh material.
I sure am glad she's home!