to make some sense
6 days!
Today my dad sent me a happy birthday email that had one sentence wishing me a happy birthday and about three paragraphs telling my how much work we are going to have to do around the house this summer. It was like, "Congratulations on turning 21 I can't wait fo you to get home so I can put you to work cleaning the basement and painting and gardening all summer (when you are not at the job you will be working at six days a week, that is)."
Seriously though, thank God we are finally painting the house, even if there are some disagreements on the colour. Dad wants to paint it "farm cream colour" (that is a direct quote) and, while I am not entirely sure what he means by that, I think it is a terrible idea. Kate and I are thinking green, maybe. We have to keep the brown trim, which sucks, but at least my house won't be pink anymore.
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