Letter to Julia 20130118

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Aaaaaaa!  I hate ironing!  Oh, hi Julia.  I may hate ironing, but I love you.  I'll never make a fashion biz mogul if I can't stand to even iron my own clothes, so it's a good thing you have the aptitude for fashion in the family.  What was for your dinner tonight, my love?  Are you eating properly, and taking good care of your precious body?  I had steak and bamboo shoots for dinner.  Yeah, my Dad gave me some brisket, and there's and endless supply of bamboo shoots in the yard.  I shouldn't have boiled the bamboo shoots: it sogged up my steak, and I have never been able to pan fry brisket perfectly.  The bamboo shoots should have been greasier or drier.  Or maybe I should have just stewed the whole thing.

Please forgive for not blogging my love for you since Wednesday.  I took my brother's cat to the vet on Thursday.  Remember my telling you about that cat?  She had some sort of mouth infection, which the vet said gave her mouth ulcers.  Well, I've feeding her drugs and antibiotics, but she's only better when she is on medication.  The vet said that there's no saving her, and that cats in her condition usually die of starvation.  This cat can still eat as long as she is medicated, so I guess I have a cat with a drug dependency.  InsyaAllah, I will find a way to nurse her to health.