Hello. I am an idiot who stays up late for no good reason. Nice to meet you. This is my wife, Frieda. She continues to diet even though she’s ten pounds below her desired weight. My son, Norbert, sitting over there on the couch, tells girls that he is in love with them on the first date. And my daughter, Ariadne, is busy at the bookshelf making sure all the spines are flush with one another. Yes, it’s just the four of us. My job at the balloon factory keeps food on our table, but it’s really Frieda’s successful pet photography business that brings us the finer things in life. So we’re doing okay. You should drop by for dinner sometime. I make these killer burritos that Frieda won’t eat because the’re fatty, and Norb won’t eat because he’s allergic to bean paste, and Ariadne will only eat if she can dip them into a small glass bowl of ketchup. Anyone else who can appreciate my cooking is always welcome. Hey, maybe you and me could play a few holes tomorrow. Let me know, I’ll see if I can get the guys to come along.