...but Sean always knows when I've gotten too fat and am in dire need of a diet. Cases in point, here and here. I mean, I myself would have realised I'm some kgs (well, make that many kgs) above my desired weight, but no one would say anything (except maybe my mum). Sean, however, never fails to notice and say something.
Since my trip back to Malaysia, I've not been able to lose the weight gained. London didn't help matters. I'm at my heaviest ever (not counting pregnancy).
Yesterday, I was feeding him some food (yep, I'm still doing this most of the time *groan*), and had my legs crossed. He pointed to my thighs or calves (I dunno), and said, "Why do you have big RIPPLES and I don't?" Brian giggled, came over and gave my thigh a wobble, and we all saw the rippling effect, and Brian went, "This is what he meant." All kinds of Hokkien expletives went through my head! No manners these boys. They laughed heartily. As usual, I do my, "How very dare you!" to Sean, which of course, got them laughing even more.
In the night, Sean said it was time for my back massage, which is me lying on his bed, and him walking along my whole back and legs. Every time he reached my bum, he'd go, "Wow! You have a fatty fatty backside!" and start laughing. I retorted, "You have a fatter backside." He replied, "No, your backside is 10 times fatter than mine."
Yup, that was our pre-bedtime chatter. It was only when I threatened to pick an ugly physical trait of his to tease him that he stopped and said, "Oh, actually, your backside is very thin." Self-serving little imp!