Realistically idealistic daydreamer, seasoned procrastinator, atheist and monarchist with a secret agenda and a slight inclination towards voodoo practices.
My ovaries are still with me; I thought gas was your problem; I am not getting a divorce as yet; Muffin is fine; no idea whether he has gas but as there is no evidence I guess not; you are definitely not good with this stuff; but hey, you tried.
As days turn into months we, those who are in a far off place, fear all the more that one day our loved ones may suddenly wake up and realize that they have waited too long.
I'm only two months old in Qatar and already I'm afraid that when I return home there will be no yellow ribbon on an old oak tree, not that I'm a prisoner, but you know what I mean.
Nooooo!
Please, stay strong!
Mur :(