P.S. I love ya, Deanie!

As I write this letter, Deanie darlin'
I send my love ta you
'Member that I'll always
Be in love with you

Treasure these few words
'Till we're together
Keep all my love forever
P.S. I love you
You, you, you

Jest thought you'd enjoy this good-nite P.S., cart-afore-the-jest-horsin'-'round-with-ya, written by the Beatles, darlin'.

Also, hadda adda lil'somethang 'cuz I'm so amazed that yer not only a gal with a lotta closet space, but such a generous soul 'at yer willin' ta share it with this ol'buzzardbait. Got room fer my 10 gallon hat, too?!
It's seen better days 'n is prolly down a quart er two, but still takes up plenny a head-room. Jest wantcha ta know what yer gettin' yerself into afore we start clinkin' hangers. I know! I'll bring the cedar chips!

Darlin', it's true, yer always on my mind. Want ya ta know I like yer idea of a western-romance-mystery. Yup, I like it alot. With music by D'mitri Tom-tom-kin, a course. Think he started life as a percussionist or somethang!?

Seem ya always know what I'm talkin' 'bout afore I knows it myself. Yer sharper than an ouch-ouch bull-whip, too. I vaguely recall notin' 'at lil'anomoly 'bout fine-line lovin' when I wrote 'at lil'bit a fore-play aways back in the love-letter department. 'N guess what, it's another thang I don't wantcha worrin' 'bout.

I think love's a lot like a powerful, pain-killin' narcotic, mind-alterin' chocolate drug. It's heady, addictive stuff, if'n ya misuse 'n abuse it, but didja know that when someone's really in a lotta pain, they jest eat that narcotic stuff up, 'n it can't hurt'em, 'er hook'em up, it jest swallows the pain. Only love's a whole lot more of a magical kinda stuff than any drug, so I think it must work some right powerful mysterious alchemy, depending on the hearts involved.

I have a feelin' everyone gits 'n gives jest what they got comin', jest the 'right amount a lovin', dependin' on what they're capable a holdin' 'n dishin' out. Maybe it's like one of them mobius strips 'at does a funny flip-floppen, in 'n out twisten, so it jest goes 'round 'n round without end, amen. Tell ya the truth, honey, I dunno, ain't gotta clue, what about you, Teacher!? Maybe some rainy day we kin jest hunker down in a nice cozy closet 'n seriously discuss the matter, whatta ya say, baby!?

Also I wanna apologize fer callin' ya an attractive nuisance. I wuz jest teasin' ya, but now I'm worried I may have hurt yer feelin's, ya bein' so sensitive 'n jest outta the looney-bin 'n all. 'Course yer attractive, but ya ain't no real nuisance. I meant it like an adorable kid sister or brother, is all. Or, like a swimmin' pool mirage out in the middle offa desert 'at I'd wanna climb ore a barbed-wire fence ta dive inta. I promise ta be more careful a my teasin' from now on, sweet-heart. I gots a lot ta learn, Teacher. Back whar I comes from, we played rough, real rough. Ya knew my dad, Deanie. Why, his idea a blind man's bluff wuz to go 'n poke yer eyes out. He played fer keeps 'ats fer sure. So, I'm sorry if I was thoughtless 'n rude ta ya, darlin'. I didn't mean it the way it may have sounded. Honest.

'An I didn't mean ta infer yer some sorta soiled dove, perish the thought. If'n anyone's a dirty low-down dog, it's me, darlin'. If'n ya wuz a bird, ya'd be a peach-faced love-bird in my 'umble 'pinion. 'Ats right, 'an I'd be an ol'turkey buzzard.

'An finally, ta answer yer question 'about my favorite dish fish - a river runs throught it, darlin'. 'Ats right, I got a trout stocked river runnin' through my place 'n thars nothin' better than catchin' em 'n dredgin' em in a lil'cornmeal 'n fryin' inna heavy skillet. Then you'll see what I mean.

Well, darlin', hope yer sleepin' tight 'n not lettin' any bugs bite. Hope yer heart's jest full 'n warmin' ya up with all 'at magical lovin' I'm sendin' yer way...

XO
Bud