I'm a huge goofball. You should be, too. I say wildly inappropriate things after one glass of wine. You should not. I'd prefer it if you drive -- every time. I will navigate, but I can't promise we'll arrive at our destination. I'll wash the dishes. I'll refuse to read aloud to you, and I'd prefer it if you don't attempt to read aloud to me. Unless it's a love letter. That's alright.