dreaming of water

Steven and I ordered Chinese take-out last night for dinner. We spent the weekend with his family and the last thing we wanted to do when we got home was to cook dinner. You don't have to twist my arm very hard to get me to agree to take-out.

Our favorite Chinese take-out place is closed on Sunday for some reason. I can understand Mondays, but Sunday? We ordered from somewhere else - I don't know the name because Steven was in charge of the ordering last night. If we're going to be real bad, we get this:

House-fried rice, no color (soy sauce)
Crab rangoons
General Tso chicken (aka General Gao chicken)
2 egg rolls

Well, we were bad last night. I heard Steven ordering the items and he yelled to me that they had multiple sizes on the rice rice: small, med, large and jumbo. Oh, what the hell, I wanted to see what the jumbo was all about. HOLY SHIT! I will post pics of this monstrosity. I can't describe it accurately. You'll just have to see the picture. Picture a bucket of KFC chicken. All we could do was laugh when we saw it. It was enough for 10.

I know what I'll be eating for lunch all this week.

Last night I kept dreaming about water. I was drinking glass after glass but I wasn't getting satisfied. I even thought in my dream that I should stop drinking all this water because I was going to make myself sick. When I woke up, I practically ran to the refrigerator to get some water. Steven reported the same thing happened to him. Damn Chinese food. It happens every time!