So I was sitting at the dining table on Saturday night, eating my dinner, stoning at the same page on my book, and quietly listening in on my mom's and Bernice's mom's conversation. It's kindda sad to realise that 30 years from now, all that's left to talk about would be household appliances and rice cookers. And which claypot steams soup the best without the water evaporating, and exclaiming over how incredible it is to boil soup with the lid on, and discussing the different ways to cook vegetables. On top of complaining about the kids of course. It's nice to know that we have so much to look forward to in life.