Liam!!!
Hey man, long time! Whats up with you? Not much here. Eva and I just moved into one of those manufactures homes. She was pushing for this old Victorian deal, but I took one look at the pricetag and knew it wasn't going to work. This analyst job with the military isn't exactly the cash cow I thought it would be, but my last CO says it's the healthiest thing he's ever heard of, and last time I argued with him I got eight weeks in the brig. So anyway, I said to Eva, "Baby, I want a home that's a flimsy and fabricated as our relationship." She's a kidder, Eva. Likes jokes like that. She didn't actually laugh out loud. The laughter was in her eyes. You notice things like that when you've been together as many weeks as we have.
Anyway, like I said, not much going on here. Eva keeps saying she wants to meet people in our neighborhood, but i'm not much of a social butterfly so I try to avoid that stuff. I had this great plan to bring the neighbors over by spraying their kids with the garden hose. I managed to knock one of them off his bike while he was riding past, and when I saw his parents come running I thought Eva would be thrilled. but all they would talk about was how their kid lost an eye when he fell on the fire hydrant, and she didn't talk to me for hours. Women!
Well I certainly can go on about myself. Glad to hear you are doing well down on the island. Eva sends her love to your woman or whatever the 4 leg'd substitute is this week, and we both hope that twelve step thing is working out for the two of you. Keep in touch.
Love,
Wolf