Saturday, June 6, 2015

Letter to Erin 20150607

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

Hi there, rich girl!  Oh, don't worry- I'm not hitting you up for cash.  I am your husband inshaAllah, and it is my responsibility to provide for you.  I don't want your hard-earned money.  Just do me a favor and please buy yourself some nice suits for work, OK?  And please try to dress modestly when you're off duty.  I love you, and I need you.

I was busy all this morning with my baby mangoes as usual, but I ate too much for lunch.  It's my fault!  Not only did I make 2 portions, but I wanted to finish off that pea and potato stuffing.  I felt too lazy to do anything active after the Asr prayer, so I just lay down in front of the TV, put on the headphones, and listened to music.  I took a photo of Bob Cat this morning and I posted it here for you to look at.  Isn't he a handsome fellow?  He almost looks embarrassed.  I had to follow him into the motorcycle cage to get this shot.  It's not the best quality- damned low resolution cell phone camera!  I also took a photo of his balls.  Is it pornography to post a fuzzy photo of hairy cat balls?  I don't think it's going to sexually arouse anybody.  Certainly not me.  I just wanted to amuse my wife.  From an animalistic perspective, a cat with big balls is the master of his territory, thus the photo is a statement of his supremacy and warning to other cats who would happen to view this blog.  Sorry, I can't post a video of Bobby doing the ball dance.  I need someone to hold the camera.  When we are married inshaAllah, we can make that our pet project.


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