Letter to Erin 20150117

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

Hello my most beloved darling Erin.  How are you feeling today, scrumptious?  Right now, I'm watching the Jerry Springer show: "It's Not My Baby".  But don't you go sighing over people whose evil conduct seems pleasing to them.  God knows what is in their hearts.  You do know I have my own TV station.  I don't enjoy other people's programming.  The computer chooses whatever it is I watch at a time, and if I don't like it then I skip to the next show.  The randomizer in my media player does a great job of choosing the right show, so in essence, God is my program director.

So I woke up this morning at 8am, fed the cats, cleaned out the cat box, swept and mopped my bedroom, then cooked up some chicken broth with the bones left over from deboning the chicken breast I bought the other day.  After I was done, I gave the bones to my kitties.  Mucho mas snackipoo-o's.  All my cats slept the afternoon away.  I spent the evening pruning the mango tree and the growth on my fence in front of my house.  Heh... I let that go for many years, but now there's a clear view.  I need a chainsaw.  For dinner, I made a couple of calzones, one for you and one for me.  Actually, I ate them both.  I'm sure you know what a calzone is even though Google doesn't, but I'll explain for other people.  A calzone is like a folded over pizza.  I roll out the dough, lay some sausage and cheese on it, then fold it over and pinch the edges.  You can bake it if you want, but I deep fry it because it's faster.  Usually I put sauce inside, but this time I didn't.  I used the sauce for dipping instead.  I'm sorry I ate your calzone.  Wish you were here.  I love you, and I need you.