so, the ruskie comes home (with a name tag on, btw...wtf?!) first she makes the dog pee on the floor. and then when she makes him almost pee on the couch, i banished them both to the backyard.
but then i relented and they were allowed to stay in the house. then she realized she had a letter from the IRS. realized it was a letter telling her about her stimulus check:
"wait...they sent me a letter telling me about the stimulus check? WHAT A WASTE OF MONEY. why not send me the check? I FUCKING HATE THIS GOVERNMENT."
the ruskie has previous issues with the IRS, btw.
so then we start talking about our day. and i tell her about how the jew and i spent a good portion of our day sitting in the grass in the front yard enjoying this fine spring day. to which she replies:
"AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT WORKS AROUND HERE?!!?!"
oh, ruskie, when you go to houston, we will promptly go out there, knock you down, take you to an astros game, and then drag you back to this horrible horrible vapid cesspool of a metropolis to be our roommate forever just for moments like this.
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