IN Digestion

Ok, I have to make another post - right after this - but before this - I have to post this - You see. I replied to my dad’s e-mail immediately (read the post below to see it):

So my reply was such:

wa alaikum as-salaam,

yes alhamduillaah, i am doing well, im working on a very interesting design project

Sas

So as soon as I shot this off, my mom shot me back an e-mail on my DADs account. HOW wicked is that (she normally uses her own account) - and her e-mail is just ‘perfect’ (OH WOAH, as soon as I was about to copy and paste this e-mail of hers here, MY DAD sent another one [I have not read it yet, but I saw the first line, and I can tell its going to be WICKED] LOL, MAN

My Mom’s E-Mail:
asak beta, we are glad that you are having fun working and designing.our tele is not working just have to hook it have’nt figured it out as yet. we  got our new carpet and the lil bathroom looks awesome, how is every thing and how was the pizza party??? abu told me he put in some cash in your account for that. did you ever get the parcel?? yes or no??? and what are your plnas for coming??? we do know your plans for retirement.
this is a one time mail from abu’s email
love, ammi

LOL Oh yea I have to check about that parcel again, My mom send two boxes of Cookies here, and its stuck in customs for like ever. :/

Ok, and the last e-mail RIGHT after this, from My Dad:

Asasalam olikum sarfaraz,

Mummy took the computer & emaled you in my email. am happy on your interesting project.Allah may bless your project.

walikum assalam

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I feel like such a woman or something. I think I am insanely home sick (the girl is suppose to be homesick after getting married right) I feel homesick, I kinda want to just go back and live in my parents home in Ohio - THAT HAS TO HAPPEN SOON. The problem is, there are just too many commitments with business and work. FUCK WORK, I hope it dies a ugly horrible death.

Sas