Well tonight Goose is out playing poker with the guys and I've been left to my own devices...on a few conditions. First, that I won't try to clean anything lest I get carried away trying to re-organize everything, and two that I don't demolish the nice clean house.
This leaves me with limited options. I've been coping by watching the musicals Goose hates (Oklahoma, South Pacific), and playing dress up. It's been fun times. (But I have made a bit of a mess...)
In that spirit, song of the day is my all time favorite song from a musical:
We get packages from home,
We get movies, we get shows,
We get speeches from our skipper
And advice from Tokyo Rose,
We get letters doused with perfume
We get dizzy from the smell!
What don't we get?
You know darn well!
Well Dear Friend, we miss you terribly. I promise to write you letters from the trenches as we're crawling across Utah, and to collect shiny things for you. I wish you were here, and that I could take you with us on this upcoming adventure, but for now I guess, this open letter is going to have to do. Love you lots.
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