I am welcome home
Hello and welcome to home,
I am Ahmed Adoudii and I am home to my house in Michigan today. I will have some beans and bread and the woman of advancing years will know I have it.
I do miss my protein confections but not like I missed my wife, Joudii and my son Houdii.
They are good to be seen and smell welcome.
While over seas I have lost some pounds but not on purpose. It seems eating is not as good there as it is here. I threw away some after the hagus and then some more when I tried to eat normal things. The hagus does not do well in the RNY pouch.
I must rest as this week is full of many activities. Houdii will graduate this week and we will have a party in his honour but there will be no hagus as it will make people throw it away I fear.
Hello and you are thanking.
Ahmed
Hello and welcome to home Ahmed. Hello and welcome to Joudii and Houdii. I am sure you are good to be seen and smell to them to. Have some beans and bread. It will do you good and has lots of protein. You will want to consume it ~not like the hagus you threw away in the front yard. Rest and ready yourself for your busy week ahead. Congratulations to your son Houdii. May he have great enjoyment throwing the hagus away in the front yard.
God bless,
your friend,
The woman of many considerable, advancing years
Annette
God bless,
Annette
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Many welcomes, and many thanks for leaving the haggis where it belongs. Even though the elderly lady says she is, many are more so. All enjoy the protein-filled bread, even those around us after we partake.
I have only returned from another foreign country myself. I traveled by Honda to the land of Kentucky, where banjos and mandolins are allowed to run free and people speak the language of twang. The national food is also sometimes thrown away, it is called fried. Hot dogs (the horror), club sandwiches, perhaps even Wheaties, all were deeply fried. Many grow their own food items, or at least dishes, glasses and clothing. They then let foreigners pick it from their flat bedded trucks in their yards, taking tiny amounts of green paper for it. This is called yaaard sale. Yaaard sale was in season, there was a 400 mile swath of it through the state. They said there will be more yaaaard ripe in August. People were all very nice, except when they were fixing to fry.
All y'all'er welcomed back now, y'hear?