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
It is April Fool’s day. I know it is, and I know that my wife loves jokes on April Fool’s day. Not funny jokes, mind you. Mean ones. She likes lies. To her, they are funny.
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