Letter to Erin 20160307

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

Hi there, my beautiful Sweetheart!  Have you been super busy?  Work doesn't do much for the heart, though.  Please don't be blue, because I love you.  I will marry you, inshaAllah.  Please make sure you don't overwork, and rest your precious heart.  Treat yourself as gold, for you are so precious to me.  You are my wife inshaAllah, and I need you.

Whenever I ask you to make a donation together with me, you don't have to give 10 grand and your first born child.  Just a dollar (or Euro).  It's not to show, though you may have noticed how some people make a big stink about a lousy dollar (or Euro), not necessarily because they have to give it, but because they didn't receive it.  It's not that.  It's because you are me, and we make the donation together.

My pizza dough has become unusable.  My pizza tonight was not crispy, but hard.  When did I make that batch of dough, anyway?  It must have been Wednesday morning, after I checked my Dad into the ward.  No, it was the day before.  It seems that my dough has a life of 5 days in the cooler without freezing it.  That was a perfect batch.  But I'm pizza-ed out.  No more pizza for a while.