Love Letter

Hello all,

I miss my Brent. He left last night to go on a super-rainy-wet-I-can’t-believe-you’re-leaving-me-where-can-I-go-to-watch-my-Ugly-Betty-and-who-will-tuck-me-in-with-a-warm-and-fuzzy-yet-unattractive-blanket-and-bring-me-chewed-up-twizzlers-while-I’m-sitting-in-the-lazyboy-surf trip.

He’ll be back on Sunday which is like a millions years from now. Even though I’ve got things planned for this weekend and I’m somewhat enjoying my vegetative state at the moment, I am missing him. I have already opened the Emergency Letter he left in my mailbox (the instructions on the front said to open in the case I’m missing Brent). Did you know that when he went on his surf trip last year, he also wrote me a letter? I love getting letters from him! I won’t tell you the details of the letter as he might pummel me into oblivion, but let me tell ya, hubba hubba!

Anyway, can’t wait for him to come back…