Tuesday night was date night Chez Rana.
Varun suggested that I pick a restaurant, and so I spent the day perusing Urbanspoon in hopes of “trying something new”. We ended up at our favorite Thai restaurant and got our two usual dishes. Hey, why mess with success?
I wore my power heels–leopard print. Courtesy of one Fashionista sister.
I’m currently debating about posting a picture we took at the restaurant. It’s obscene, absurd and hilarious. I’ll have to talk to my board (myself) about our policy regarding inappropriate photos. Spoiler alert:
Varun: Amelia, do you see those elephants having s*x?
Me: Okay, I’m not even looking because you’re lying.
Varun: No. I’m serious. There’s a statue…just look.
Me: (turn) AHH! OH MY! OH dear!
And yes, my dedicated and lovable hubby went directly up to the statue and snapped a pic for posterity (much to the entertainment of the restaurant staff). Love.
Two days ago, I went on an insane cooking spree. I cooked supper. After that, I cooked biryani, and then baked a double batch of muffins. No idea why. The kitchen was in shock (this photo is only half of the mess).
My Mom used to chirp a little maxim when we were kids about marrying a man with “dishpan hands”. Thankfully, my hubby came to my rescue and set up an efficient assembly line of dish washing that would make Henry Ford jealous. Who knew that a man born and raised with servants could be Mr. Dishpan Hands?