The mice in my house seem to figured out how to get at a hunk of inside a hard plastic click-locking container, INSIDE the FRIDGE!

"No, no." he says. "Beep is no drinking."

"I'm not a woman," I say, "I can't use an umbrella when it isn't raining."

Walking to the library to return some books, I see a sign posted outside a building advertising 'milk pilates'.

"I wish I had as many friends as you." I say. Teasing her back. "What is his name?" I ask, nodding my head back at the construction worker.

I was expecting the '생선' / '선생' confusion that everyone learning Korean has, mixing up 'fish' and 'teacher'.

But cold-cut ham isn't ham. They just cut it off old unclaimed bodies in the morgue.

"Well, that isn't my fault, is it? If you had been happy, I wouldn't have to pretend."