I can always count on him to get the job done. He's always there when I need something and always the first one to volunteer. The house wouldn't be the same nor run as well without our Meatball hard at work.
He's also a great slab of Grade-A Doofus. He's constantly singing to me, which annoys me greatly. Especially when he raps. I despise rap. He knows that and does it just to get a rise out of me.
One night last week or so he got down on one knee and proposed to me. I came real close to punching him in the head. I walked back to my office thinking "What am I going to do with this idiot?"
The only answer I could come up with was "Keep him."