So a small insight into my cultural marriage as of late. This afternoon my husband asked me if I would cut some fresh kimchi for him and put it in the fridge. I groaned and looked across the room at him in disdain. "You do it." I griped. "I HATE cutting kimchi! It stains my hands and makes me smell." He looks over in surprise and frustration and says...and I quote, " You are my wife. You are going to be cutting kimchi for the rest of your life." That effectively shut down my argument. Hello Kimchi. Welcome to the rest of my life...apparently.
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