I have typed and deleted 2 paragraphs about 3 times in my attempt to blog tonight. So while I was typing Heather asked me to start a blog online filled with nothing but love letters from me to her. Have it be anonymous and men from all over would come to learn how to write love letters to their wives. So I think I better write a love letter to her instead of writing in here. How many of you guys think she might be telling me something. I just don’t think that “Honey I’ll write you a love letter tomorrow because right now I have to blog” would place me in the best of places. Right now a 17″ Powerbook is in my lap and she has her back turned towards me with this small noise escaping her lungs that sounds faintly close to the sound a cat makes right before it gets really pissed off. I’m outta here.
Late,
Los