Naughty Typhoons
"People our age don't ever mean anything naughty," my wife says, once again killing what little tendrils of hope I manage to send through the crust of everyday life.
"People our age don't ever mean anything naughty," my wife says, once again killing what little tendrils of hope I manage to send through the crust of everyday life.
My wife has started reading all sorts of self-help books- philosophy type things about proper living and being a better person. She learns a lot from them, but there is one important thing she doesn't seem
I am walking across campus with my wife. She says ,"Let's take the shortcut." I say okay and keep walking the way we are going. I know which way she wants to go, but
Her sister was beside herself, crying in sympathy for my mother-in-law. Until my mother-in-law goes from tears to laughter.
Sometimes it's good to keep them guessing. Eunjoo : I was thinking we could go to a movie. Me: Yep. But, actually, I'm not really into it. E: Oh. You've changed. M: Oh,
We are packing to go up to Seoul for Christmas. My bag is jam packed full of the work I will take up, but not get around to doing when I am there. Eunjoo is busy packing things
Eunjoo throws a plate of fruit at me. It's all diced up, so it doesn't hurt, but her meaning is clear. She is angry. Or I'm not getting enough fibre. Or I&
I tell my wife about the spy I met at the Starbucks in Seoul. It doesn't seem to surprise her. She tells me to "Ignore him, it is nothing." I show her the key