h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Ok, so my mother had insisted that I not spend the entire day... I can't remember whether she said "on the computer" or "playing that game." In any case, I was finished the game, and I was composing music, which neccesitated the use of my computer for recording and arrangeing purposes.

So I was making glorious music, when my father picked that exact time to get me to varnish the garden bench. Seriously, it's raining, it's windy, I'm busy expressing my genius, and he says "I want you to paint that bench now". Ok, fine, being father's day I'll humour him.

I am on crutches, so I couldn't carry a full can of liquide varithane, and I certainly can't get down on the muddy ground to paint the underside of the bench. And he brings the brushes, and keeps giving me pointers, comes out and says if I need him I'll just yell. I need him to lift the bench onto the deck so we can turn it upside down to paint the underside. then the damn liquidy stuff keeps dripping, gathering where it's nor supposed to, the wind is blowing crap into it, the newspapers are flying around. So he's there trying to keep order, while I try to keep my temper at the raging elements, my debilitated condition, and the fact that I would MUCH rather record my song before I forget it.

To sum up - it's was a rediculous time to paint the thing considering the weather, I would rather have been doing something else, and being admittedly incompetant in my condition, I needed him there the whole time anyway, so he may as well paint the damn thing himself and do a betterjob of it than an angry impatient gimp anyway.

An absolute travesty.