The Lone Texter

When I went to Madison (for school) a few weeks ago, I kept in touch. Shortly after arriving, I texted Mr.4444 to say hi and "I love you."  I didn't hear from him for a while and so sent "Did you get my text?" and then got otherwise distracted.  A little while later, he started with his usual brand of corny-ness. Here follows the series of texts (in italics) that he sent to me that evening. For the record, he sent them each about five minutes apart. I read them but didn't answer them til later (because I was at dinner at time.)

Sorry, too busy cooking and cleaning, really. 

Made sloppy joes, cleaned kitchen, two loads of laundry, had a chat with Kendall

It must seem like we are doing great w/o you but we would not survive 

emotionally or physically without you.  

How do you turn off the light in the fridge?

Kyle is giving blood, so we should have some money for milk.

We are eating stale bread and pickles. You?

Didn't mean to sound so pitiful; we have syrup for the bread.

Making a bracelet out of an old toothbrush and then going to bed. 

Love you.

How could anyone not love this nutjob goofball man?

Oh, and by the way, although I made a mental note to schedule a mental health evaluation over the toothbrush bracelet text, when I got home a few days later, my fears were put to rest when I saw this:

For the record, that's Kendall's wrist, not Mr.4444's. [And she did not get the idea from her dad.]
For instructions on how to make your own toothbrush bracelet, click here.