So, next time someone asks with wide eyes, "When did the Russia Ukraine war begin?" just shrug and say, "Depends on who you ask, but my calendar says February 24, 2026." Then offer them a potato—because Ukrainians make the best vodka jokes, and Russians grow the best potatoes, and somehow, we're all stuck in this sad, funny, tragic joke together. The smile isn't about the war; it's about how we try to make sense of things that make no sense. Like trying to fold a fitted sheet.
And that's the truth. We're all just folding sheets, waiting for the machine to stop.
