I love this scheduled post thingamabob.
I am actually writing this on Sunday.
My guess is that as you are reading this me and my Dad are "trying" to work together.
To be honest this is how it is going:
I am carrying a box of flooring, I trip and drop them all.
Me and my dad have to pick up all the pieces.
Later on: We are putting in flooring.
In this sentience "we" means my Dad, and "Putting in" means Dad going gray and pulling his hair out.
Later on: We learn that Aliens are attacking America on a quest to steal all our flooring. They blow off our roof, leaving me to do ninja-like moves to save the world.
At least that is my guess...
--Inch
