Letter to Erin 20150616

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

Hi Erin, dearest heart.  How are you feeling today, my beloved?  Did you buy yourself some nice suits for work?  If you did, I want to see you wear them.  I love a beautiful woman in a beautiful suit.  I want to see YOU wearing beautiful suits.  That would be such a turn on!

I'm still bumming out over my kitty, but otherwise it's just another everyday day for me here.  In the morning, I drove over to a government agriculture research and development institute to show them my mango plants, and the guy there confirmed that my mangoes were 100% harumanis.  I got lost trying to find the place: it was way out in the sticks and I almost wound up in the next state, putting around slowly on my motorcycle so as to not harm the baby mangoes in my basket.  But I got home in time for a nap before the mid day prayer, so I didn't fall into a coma during voice training.  It was too wet in the evening to do any grass cutting, so I just spent some time with my baby mangoes.

Dinner is steak and potatoes!  I threw some cubed potatoes, garlic, onions, hot peppers, and coriander seeds into a small wok then fried them up in super hot oil until the garlic and onions turned black.  I ate that with sliced steak.  Quite yummy, if I may say so.  Would you like some?  No kissy kissy!   Garlic breath!  Stainless steel absorbs garlic, so we'll have to suck on steel spoons before any kissy kissy.  Mwah!  I love you, and I need you.