Another letter sent to my Marine son when he was stationed in Iraq–slightly edited so that he won’t hunt me down and kill me when I reveal how many stuffed toys he used to sleep with (or still does). If you like order in all things, you can get to the first letter, here.
P.S. True story: Bad guy holds up good guy using shotgun. Good guy manages to wrest shotgun away from bad guy. Then, instead of using it on him as designed, good guy proceeds to beat bad guy with gun while holding it by barrel. Bye-bye, good guy.
P.P.S. I bought a mousepad with little cartoon dinosaurs on it.
P.P.P.S. The old lady is very, very sick.
P.P.P.P.S. Naw, still got nothing. Just wanted to say P.P.P.P. I’ll never grow up.
And now, for my midnight popsicle. (Hope I pulled a grape one. This time, I didn’t cheat and peek first.)
P.etc.S. I love you.