Eat. Drink. Quarrel.

So one thing you should know about us is that a very common issue in our household is the dreaded ordering of the takeout. As much as this is a convenient, beautiful part of this great city we live in… it is hell for us. It mostly consists of Neema choosing places and me vetoing those places. Yes, I’ll be honest, I’m a little difficult with food. The tummy wants what the tummy wants… sometimes it just doesn’t tell you what that is. As usual and as always, today began like most others, with Neema suggesting Chinese, which for some reason I have not been in the mood for since I was stuck in the bathroom in pain for hours after my last experience months ago. Worse than childbirth pain. Seriously. SO… for obvious reasons, NO, I DON’T WANT CHINESE. I told Neema today, “Why can’t you just order Chinese on your own time?” I wish he’d stop suggesting. If I’m ever in the mood for it, just know I’ll suggest it =)

Today’s “Battle of the Takeout” only took about 40 minutes (which is pretty good for us). My hunger passed about 30 minutes in and I told Neema, “Just order your friggin Chinese, I’m going to have bread, cheese and walnuts for dinner,” which is a very lovely Persian meal we eat at any and all times of the day. I just couldn’t decide what I wanted and didn’t want to punish him to be honest! So I gave in and we ended up both being very satisfied. Neema got his friggin Chinese (and got off my back) and I enjoyed my nice, light meal (topped off with tea of course. Persians).