Only I make it with garbanzo beans because sausage is yucky. And, I’ve had a loaf of rye bread rising since yesterday so tonight’s dinner, while comprised mostly of cabbage and bread, will be pretty kick ass and Polish-y. Not to mention that we don’t even have $30 in our bank account right now so even if we wanted to eat something other than cabbage and bread, we couldn’t. I’m also just now wondering if I have Sauerkraut in the pantry because I’m fucked if we don’t. I could prolly scrape up enough change from around the house to run out for a can of that, I guess. Just don’t tell Mister I bought anything, okay?
Being po’ sucks ass, you guys. We tried to re-finance our house, and as it turns out, we can’t do it because we are upside down because the fuckers who bought the gigantic, gorgeous old house behind us got it for a song and it really hurt our property value. We now owe more than the house is worth. Last year, we were up $100,000. Sucks. But the good news is that we can still pay for our house and if we have to have cabbage soup sometimes at the end of the week on mortgage check week, so be it. There are worse things. Like we could be out there pooper scooping and making a lively Shadoobie Stew out of Alice’s ultra processed dog food. Now THAT’S how to reduce, reuse, recycle, amiright? And if we get another dog, that’s more food for us! It’s like money in our pockets!
You’re not hardcore, unless you live hardcore. I’ve been telling you guys that for years.
Actually, I’m totally informing the next dirty hippie I see that we do that, and also that we fertilize the garden with the contents of my Diva Cup.
I love watching people slowly step away with their hands out in that “I don’t want any trouble, I’m just going to back away quietly” stance.
It’s cute, and it makes them go away.
Did you Queefs know that Mister is 1/2 Polish and I’m 1/4 Polish and so that makes Homeslice and Girlfriend….what?
Polish + some other crap.
Is my math right on that?
I’m not so good with The Math.
What I do know is that at this very moment Homeslice has a handful of Girlfriend’s hair and she (Homeslice) is shrieking like a Howler Monkey because she wants to sit next to me and Girlfriend is in her way. Ironically, Girlfriend, in an attempt at self-defense, is beating Homeslice in the face with the book The Philosophical Baby.
The Polish are a jealous, violent, and shrill people.
On second thought, I’m not sure feeding them the food of their ancestors is such a great idea after all.
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