Bluef, My love. I've been married to you for about a bazillion years
now. In the mean time you've spent all of my gold. And I've gotten old
and feeble. Our kids are driving me insane. To top it all off, you ain't
no spring chicken anymore. Maybe a few sit ups. I'm sorry my hair is
falling out. What I'm trying to say is I love you and I wouldn't know
what to do with a young Siren if I had one. What was I saying again...

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Valnuary, in the year 417 AF.