February 9, 2012

My dearest,

“What’s for dinner?” you ask me.

“How about porridge?” I suggest.

“Porridge? That’s so boring.”

“Maybe, but we are doing Italian tomorrow. That new place at Pavilion. And that French place on Friday with our makan gang. The girls fly in on Saturday from Taipei, so that’s an entire weekend of eating and eating.”

“Oh gosh.”

“Yeah, so maybe porridge will be easier on our bellies tonight?”

“We eat and eat and eat. I am getting so fat.”

“Well, we could exercise…”

“We should! We must!”

“… but we’re too busy eating to find any time to exercise, you see.”

“True also. Too bad lah. What time’s dinner?”

Yours, ever and always.