What am I going to do with all this ham fried rice?

I've done quite well on my list of things to accomplish while Ryan is away. I thought to reward myself I would get chinese take-out and enjoy, hopefully enjoy and not endure 48 minutes of pure agony, the Jazz game. I'm watching pre-game and Big T looks great in his red vest. Now, what was the point of my post? Oh, my take-out. I was talking to someone at work whose opinion I trust when it comes to food, he loves The Mandrin and Little World, he referred me to a particular Chinese restaraunt in Ogden and told me which dishes to try...beef and brocolli, szechwan chicken, and peking rice which is ham fried with shrimp instea of ham. All day I was drooling over the thought of my Szechwan Chicken I would be eating later.

After work I arrived at the restaraunt, ordered the chicken and beef and I wanted to substitute peking rice for the ham fried that came with both dishes. Of course I would've paid extra. For some reason the guy taking my order and I weren't communicating very well, I accept full responsibility. After a confusing order I had spent $26 and had enough food coming my way to feed myself, my husband, my sister and her family, and all of you. I realized the horror of my situation, I panicked. {I do that pretty often and make rash decisions.} Instead of removing some of the dishes, I had him add 3 eggrolls so he wouldn't think all the food was for me. I handed over all my cash, sat down and pretended to call home to report I'd be there in 20 minutes.

I have a serious problem.

I hope I have hungry neighbors.

I know this picture has nothing to with the post but I'm a firm believer that all posts needs pictures and to introduce you to my sister-in-law Kirstin.