January 5, 2000

  Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda,

  We’ll soon be living on the water.
  Life is good now. We’re not complaining.
  But we’re sick and tired of work, it’s just too draining.

  We saved our money and made investments.
  We're quitting our jobs. Who needs that nonsense.
  We’ll have a life of wind and water,
  And fill our days with not a thought or any bother.

  It may be stormy. It may be scary.
  But most days should be light and airy
  We’ll watch the sun set over oceans
  And there's a chance we may get sick from all the motion.

  We know you’re worried. And that’s OK too.
  You’re our parents and we love you.
  If after reading this, you don’t feel better
  Say a prayer and kindly disregard this letter.