My daughter says I'm boring

I got an email from Susie yesterday. A lovely email that detailed the adventures she and Alex had at Busch Gardens with my parents. Roller coasters, water rides, heat, crying: all the ingredients for a typical family vacation.

My reply to the email was short, and it simply gave her an idea of what our life is like in their absence: we had gone grocery shopping and gotten some great tomatoes, and we ate them. I was going to make something for dinner that they wouldn't like. That's about it.

And, as if I needed further confirmation, this is what she wrote back:

That sounds so boring to me.

Love u!!!

I love you too. Thanks a pantload.