Everytime he gets hold of a saw, about ten trees and bushes end up chopped up and lying all over the place. I really don't know why he does this; it doesn't make our dirt lot of a backyard look any better, and we have so much foilege you can't even notice.

When I told Shea I didn't want to spend my Saturday picking up Rob's mess, she gave me some bull shit speech about "our family working as a team" or something. Yeah, I don't know where the hell that came from. It's old news that we can't stand eachother...(cough*rob*cough).

Shea said she didn't care and that I was going to help and that I was part of this family. I blew up and screamed at her that I didn't want to help and I didn't even want to be part of this damned family.

Normally when I say something like that, I say something more light hearted to back it up or something, but when that didn't come, the awkward silence became too much for Shea, and she just said "Well you are so deal with it."