So, the other kid is currently at bootcamp in Parris Island, South Carolina. He's been there since the end of November and will be graduating at the end of February. I write him a letter every day. I
Me: Write a letter tonight, OK?
Mason: About what? Nothin' new happened this week.
Me: Who cares!!! Just write a freakin' letter.
I've never read Mason's letters before, but I think I'm gonna have to start because they're ... ummm ... interesting. Here's the one I found on the kitchen table tonight:
I have really nothing to tell you that’s new so I’m doing my best. I go to work everyday, stuff happens, I come home, watch some t.v. and pass out. I’m boring as hell. I occasionally poop in there sometimes, and that’s the highlight. I’m sorry I have nothing much to say.
Hilde [our dog] is getting way worse. She just chases her tall ALL FRICKING DAY! Half the time she brains herself and she doesn’t even stop. I don’t even notice anymore. I’m used to her being so messed up I guess. What a messed up life, chase your tail, lick your butt, drink a shit ton of water, and pass out. My life isn’t that messed up, I don’t lick my butt at least.
Well son, I can’t wait to see you and I love you, Dad.
I laughed for about a half an hour after I read this.