Trash Compactor

Just a few days ago, J had complained that whenever he’d cook something yummy I’d always end up eating more than my fair share.  Instead of complaining, he should be happy that I’m eating because 我吃等於給他面子 (I’m giving him face).  On Fridays I get to come home at noon, so today I thought I’d make rice before J gets home from work in the evening.  He was all surprised and impressed with me.


J: Thanks for making rice honey.  You’re more and more like a wife now.
Me: Why? What was I before?
J: A freaking trash compactor!
(This was in reference to the fact that not only do I eat more than my fair share, I practically eat everything in sight)


So that’s what I was to him in the last 6 years we’ve been married.  A freaking trash compactor!  Well like they all say, “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”  I only have dad to thank, because I got the ‘trash compactor gene’ from him.

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4 Responses to Trash Compactor

  1. LOL! If I ever get married I hope my relationship is like yours! It is so sweet!

  2. L.Y. says:

    One of the most important part of marriage is not to take yourself too seriously, but joke around with each other, then everything falls into place.

  3. uhhhh, if you took him seriously… you will probably be in a mental institute by now. although maybe that is where you guys are now! = )

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