How Was Your Weekend?

A simple enough question. But completely unnecessary in asking. She knows exactly how my weekend was. Most everyone I enjoyed hanging out with like now won't even govoreet to me because they think it might be "awkward."

The way she govoreets my eemya is like a nozh in my heart. I don't know why. It's a malenky strange, my eemya has never hurt me like that. Not even when spat at Your Humble Narrator by the most vehemont lewdies I know, O my brothers.