This past week... I have been cleaning/painting/working/mothering while having severe pain and the food at P & Sheema's residency has been nothing but bad and tasteless. When we got the invitation from our friends, P got so exited about eating some delicious Italian food that I had to accept the invitation on the spot. Now being Iranian "Tarof" like an ugly frog... jumps in my mouth, forcing me to say we'll come after they have had their dinner, etc. but luckily enough for us... Barbara keeps on insisting and as the result of having one forceful Italian friend... p and I are going to have a blast tomorrow night!
I can't drive because of the pain I have... but I am sure once I am there with the glittering dinner on the table I will be less complaining!