We stopped by our favorite Thai food place tonight. Golly it was delish. We were the only ones in the whole place and our waitress brought us to a table that was set up right on top of a floor heating vent. It was like our toesies had their own personal fireplace. We both ordered Rhama Thai, because it's just that good. But husband didn't want some of his cabbage. So he tried to give it to me. I said I wasn't going to eat it. But he put it on my plate anyways, stirred my food around and said, "There. Now you can't tell which one it is so you have to eat it." And then he stole some of my chicken.