Darling Husband is in the living room fighting with our tree right now and just said.

"Don't you fucking fall! If you fall I will see you on a funeral pyre! Yours!"

Ah, Christmas.

So, my dad was asking my mom if she wanted to go to the gym down the road from our house tonight, but she said she wanted to watch a movie.

Except no argument happens. Communist jokes do, though.

(My family and I speak a mix of Cantonese, English, and Mandarin as our household vernacular, so this is partially translated.)

My dad: "I used to go to the gym back in Vietnam."

My mom: "Really? When I met you, you were pretty skinny!"

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