In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh Julia, I ate your chicken wrap again since you didn't show up for dinner. Yeah, it's been chicken wrap a lot this past week, because I have a lot of chicken breast in the cooler, and a whole bunch of dough that I made mixed with spiced breadcrumbs and oil (leftover fried chicken crust) with diced onions. It makes awesome tortillas! This time instead of mayo, I made some eggplant sauce. Yummy! Want one? Oh, I'm sorry: I already ate yours.
Heh! The Brits want me to do a TV show! I'm afraid I don't have the teeth for TV, and I don't want to get the teeth either. It would ruin my singing. And even if I did have the teeth, I'm just too damn lazy to do all the work needed to maintain a TV show. I don't want to travel, and I don't want to do a TV show that annoys Allah. But you know, a talk/variety show in English, set in exotic Perlis to be simulcast in Britain and Malaysia, then syndicated worldwide, could be very profitable. There could be music, a fashion section, a food section, I could sing instead of do a monologue, we could do a little bit of science, health, and Islam, with a little bit of heavy guitars... **yawn** I think I'll just veg out and watch TV.
You do remember our goal, my love? Our goal is to slow down, and be with each other always, and enjoy our love, lives and family together, insyaAllah. No amount of money can save our marriage if we're always traveling and apart. The parrot won't sing if he's not content!
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
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