Letter to Erin 20150925

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

Hey there, my beautiful Erin!  How does it feel to be the most beautiful girl in the world?  All those other girls are so jealous of you, huh?  I didn't want to get involved in supermodel politics, but you are MY girl, and I want to take care of you.  And since you are MY girl, that makes you the most beautiful girl in the world to me.  Those other girls look like men to me.  I guess that's the advantage of being a male chauvinist pig, is that I like what I like, and I don't need to explain why.  So don't let them sway you with their jealousy, and rest assured that I love you and I need you.  Ya Allah, please protect my Erin.

I spent the evening chopping trees around your house inshaAllah.  A tree is a very heavy object.  Have you ever tried to lift one?  I could only manage the skinny trees just now.  There are a couple of huge trees that need to come down, but I will need the pros to take those down with chainsaws from the top down, as opposed to my hacking it at the trunk and not knowing where it's going to fall.  Actually there's a whole lot of trees I want to remove, because I want to build a brick wall.  Like Pink Floyd, I suppose.

My Dad gave me a whole chicken the other day.  Well it was chopped into smaller pieces, but not the usual cut I normally get.  I prefer white meat.  So after portioning it out and separating the meat from the bones, I had the liver, stomach and feet left.  I gave the feet to the cats, I threw away the stomach, and I had to use the liver immediately.  So for dinner, I chopped up the liver and mixed it with chopped Thai peppers, garlic, turmeric, salt and pepper.  I made 2 hash brown pancakes, and sandwiched the liver mix between them.  It was OK.  It would have been perfect, but I used too much salt.  Oh well.