I received this text while I was away:
Daddy and I are getting along famously!! Seriously! We're great friends! Only problem is... there's no one nagging us all the time and nothing's getting done. He sits on the couch and I do laundry and clean the litter boxes.
Please don't die young. Nothing would ever get done.
So, uh... is this a compliment?
I think I'll die young just to see how high the dishes could get in the sink...