Letter to Erin 20150825

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

Hi Erin!  How are you feeling, my dearest?  It's 5 pm on Monday here right now.  It's been raining today, and it feels so humid that I'm guessing the rain is going to continue.  I had planned to do some grass cutting, but I'll procrastinate like I so love to do.  I wanted pepper steak on rice for dinner again today, but I had been guzzling all the Thai peppers in my garden that there's none for harvest today.  Sure I could spend a dollar for peppers at the night market, but there's no need.  I'll just wait 2 days then I'll have enough peppers to harvest, inshaAllah.  So it's leftover chili for dinner tonight.  I have a lot.  You want some?  Food is love!  I love you, and I need you.

My Bob Cat is all grown up now: he's one year old, and is a big tough boy.  But lately he's been allowing this other brown striped cat with a stubby tail to eat from his cat food.  I asked him, "Why don't you chase that guy away like you do the other cats?  You can beat him!"  Is he afraid of him?  Bobby just stretched out on the ground and yawned.  So I chased that other cat away, and Bobby followed me in harassing him, hackles up and all.  God was with that other cat this time, and all my rocks missed.  But I'm not going to miss all the time, inshaAllah.  Go ahead and take me for granted, one day I'm going to bullseye him and he's not going to like it one bit.  But is Bobby afraid of him?  Only a fool is without fear, but I don't think that's the case here.  I think that President Bobby is trying to be political.  Oh please!  I hate politics!