Dearest
Kitten:
I am having a
hard time to concentrate on this letter. You see I am writing this at my desk
and bordering the paper is snapshots of you and the children. All I have to do
is move my eyes ever so slightly and there are pictures of my loved ones.
Do you know
how much I love you? How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky? Despite letter
#144 I am still head over heels in love with you. Impatient woman, slow down
before you blow a gasket. What will you be like when you have to wait two or
three months before you hear from me. The Lord help me, you will probably skin
me alive in your letters.
It seems that
a traveling salesman was very discouraged with his wife as every weekend when
he would return home she was filthy, the house was filthy, and the kids were
filthy. He decided to kill his wife and upon reading about a man killing his
wife with too much sex relations, decided that was the best way to kill her
off. All one week he got to bed early, ate raw eggs, oysters and everything to
build him up. Upon arriving home that Saturday, he started in on his wife. He
even kept her in bed all day Sunday. Monday morning he was half dead but
figured that he had made a good start, and given a couple more weekends and a chance
to recuperate through the week, he would be making good progress. The following
Saturday night he walks into his home all primed for his wife and behold. His
wife is all spruced up, the house is immaculate, the children are clean and his
wife looks like she did before he married her.
Unable to
curb his curiosity longer, he asked her how come all the improvements. And what
did she answer but: “You treat me right and I’ll treat you right.”
Was I
surprised to read that Bobby helps you with the dishes. It is good training as
well as a help to you.
Yep, just
keep hoping and use a little patience and our day will come. Maybe sooner than
either of us expect.
Sorry to hear
about your tooth but that is what you get for giving your husband hell. Bad on
you. You should be more patient with your poor henpecked husband.
We are
getting to have quite a library. By the time I get home, we sure will have
quite a home if you keep it up.
Sweetheart, I
am seriously thinking of sending some money to be put into a joint savings
account, rather than buying a bond every month. The idea being so that we will
have some ready cash upon my return home. Sound O.K. to you?
I must close
Sweetheart. This letter has taken me just six (6) hours to compose. Do you
wonder why I hate to start a letter. The only way that I can get a little peace
is to get out of the Company.
Give my regards
to everyone and kiss the babies for me Sweetheart. I love you so much Darling.
Your Loving
Devoted & Faithful Husband,
Bob
P.S. Am going
to a football game tomorrow.
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