... nope, it's not boxing. It's just a couple making up after a fight. No, it's not make-up sex (I wish).
As with most of our (rare) fights, last Tuesday's ended with a hug and a silent plea from those (Chinese-y) puppy-dog eyes. And the husband cooking lunch for the wife. I know it's weird but if i waited for a verbal apology I'd have waited for eternity. I guess one of the secrets to a happy union is knowing how to interpret your partner's own language. In this case, his way of caring and apologizing is feeding the wife. So I don't really wonder why I can't lose the extra weight. =)
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