It didn't happen after five months in India, in 2002.
It didn't happen during the shorter stints there, in '04, '06, '07 and '08.
But it has finally happened--
After five months living one block from Chicago's Little India,
It is official.
The body and mind are sick of Indian food.
Sick of it, I tell ya.
Finally.
I assume you intended for that accompanying photo to look like puke with a side of vomit?! Hilarious!
ReplyDeleteOh Cara, get well soon......
ReplyDeleteIt's time for German food! Come and visit Erlangen!
ReplyDeleteUrsula, I'm not sick-sick, just sick-and-tired of it. Too much of a good thing....
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ReplyDeleteHa ha ha ha ha if you only knew how funny that is to me. Whenever H suggests Indian I just make a face. And you now know why.
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