Defense, defense! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)

After recieving Liz's text messages this morning I was so tired of it that I called my dad for advice. We brainstormed for awhile, and eventually decided that I should send Liz a text message from my phone, but pretending to be my father. I told her that I was borrowing my daughter's phone temporarily, and not to send any more messages, since she couldn't be reached.

I'm not sure if it'll work. I hope it does. But at least it felt good to do something for a change, instead of just sitting back and taking her abuse.