Tim and I were planning to go out to dinner tonight. Then he had his wisdom teeth removed this afternoon and we also lost water for the afternoon in the condo (a nearby water main was being repaired).
We ran errands for several hours, and I wasn't feeling great, but I figured I would feel better after eating.
We decided on a Chinese buffet - it had food that both the dental-challenged and the pregnant could eat and enjoy.
As we ate, I didn't feel great. I ate about half of a plate of food, then excused myself to go to the bathroom.
And promptly bid farewell to the half plate of food.
As I sat back at the table, munching on some steamed rice and saltines, Tim remarked that we were quite a pair - him eating gingerly because of his extraction, me eating gingerly because of, well, my extraction.
But the funniest part of it all was Tim's fortune cookie.
"A romantic evening awaits you."
After I had just barfed up my dinner and he had just had major dental work, that was *not* likely to happen.
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