Vince calls AI my ‘boyfriend’ because it listens better than him, doesn’t drink my coffee, and doesn’t ask for sex. But in reality? AI is like my air fryer on crystal meth. It’s helping me build career-fit games for Scarlett, analyze real estate deals while I play ‘doggy workshop’ with Evie, and save hundreds of dollars at the vet. The robots are coming, and I’m using those hunks of silicon to do all the stuff I don’t want to do so I can enjoy my family more.
