We’re standing in the kitchen. He’s making dinner, I’m cutting onions for salsa….
Me: Do you know why we should move to Soviet Russia?
Him: (Laughs) No?
Me: (In my atrocious Russian accent) Because in Soviet Russia, onion’s cry for you!
The brain soup of a geek girl who doesn't know how to smile, adores her ewok, and is figuring things out one cup of tea at a time.
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