Wednesday, 12.27.06
18:00

I was sitting on my bed working on the photo journal of our trip in Thailand. It was a year ago this time that we were there. A nurse came in to change the bag of saline and saw the pictures.

N: "Hey, that's your hubby, right?"
K: "My boyfriend."
N: "That's the person who stays with you in the hospital.
K: "Yes. He's my boyfriend."
N: "Where is he from?"
K: "The U.S."
N: "Did you meet him in the U.S.?"
K: "No, we met in Taipei."
N: "Your hubby is very good-looking."
K: "Thanks, and he's my boyfriend, not my husband."
N: "Who cares? In Taiwan, girls often call their boyfriends their hubbies. Sooner or later, he's
gonna be your hubby anyway."
K: "Speaking of pressure."