Dear Clarabelle (AKA Lorri),
War is hell. The morning began well enough, with a light breeze rustling through the palms, and the sound of distant roosters announcing the start of another promising day in Puerto Rico.
Paradise quickly turned to purgatory however, when the battle to mow the lawn commenced. Our quaint decision to use a push mower decimated morale as we fought hard to capture each hill.
Toward the end of the battle, halfway across the vast expanses of wilderness known as our front lawn, the resistance became too much and a general retreat was called back inside.
I do not know if I will have any future beyond this day, but please know that I have fought valiantly, and beyond what any man should be ever forced to endure. I am forever changed.
Paradise is lost. All hope is gone. The heat and rain conspire to grow the grass faster than we can muster a response. Without reinforcements soon, defeat is an absolute certainty.
Your Loving Husband,
Buzz
P.S. for those who have been inquiring, please see the tabs above for links to Buzz's Books, and watch for Lorri's creations to get a tab... if she ever comes home and gets back to work.
