FML

I don't know if you guys are aware of this, but when I use to go camping back in the day, I would always come home and there would be shit torn up in the house. Being the only rational people in the house, my brother and I were the protectors of unnecesary projects. When we went camping, my mother and sister, who would conspire in secret would in the name of improving the house, tear something apart to the point where it would just be easier to go along with their plans. For example: painting the kitchen cabinets, replacing the sink and toilet in the bathroom, tiling the hallway.

Apparently, after college, they have become more bold. My mother wants to erect a new wall in the pool house, which will mean that Paul and I will end up having to do a lot of the work. Despite my earnest suggestions that we don't need that wall, that we've done well without it for five years, that it is utterly pointless, it seems the wall is going to go up. Yey, a summer project.