Letter to Julia 20140120

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

It's still flower season here over at Casa de Julia, and I still have the sniffles.  But since I can't stop all those flowers from blossoming, I might as well pick a batch of my Mom's "melor"- she says they're called "jasmine" in English, but I'm not too sure of that- and let them bloom in my bedroom to give it a nice scent, as opposed to that male jock/chimpanzee stench.  Oh, how it would be to be dainty and smell like strawberries...  ~~Aaaaa-CHOOOOOO~~  I love you, Julia.

Oh Erin dearest, please don't be bummed out because the symbolism of your marriage to me is not flowers.  You have a different symbolism.  Sure, I could just tell you, but that wouldn't be as fun, would it?  That wouldn't be as flirty, would it?  It would be so much more fun if you tried to guess it.  But of course, I will tell you eventually.  You know our birthdays are 3 days apart?  Perhaps you should listen to lyrics a little closer.  I love you, Erin.