Dear Mrs. Snuphylupagus

To my loving wife, my companion of 24 years, to the mother of my children, to my hot sexy fire panties,

 

I'm afraid I won't be in touch much over the next 6 weeks or so. There's something I just have to do. I tidied up the lawn the best I could so it's not likely to be much of a burden. Before I go, I just wanted to let you know how much I love you. And if you need to seek companionship with our hot mail lady, I would totally understand.

 

In case of an emergency, I'm not quite sure how you could get in touch with me. I'll be out of cell phone range. And I'll be under such physical and mental strain that I'm really not sure I'll be much help. But if you really have to, my first suggestion would be to look on the eastern end of the couch in our family room where I will be playing Modern Warfare 2. A lot. Even if I'm there and not asleep on the floor or asleep at my desk at work, it may take something really kinky to gain my attention, like maybe some action with the aforementioned mail lady.

 

I love you. I'll try to miss you.

 

Your loving proboscis,

 

Snuphy.