If you know me at all, you know that nothing is ever easy for me. Somehow, Murphy’s law works in exponential quantities on my behalf. Historically, my family’s motto has been, “All you’ve gotta do is…”. My dad used to say it often, at which point I knew my weekend was shot, because our “simple project” would turn into a months-long DIY from Satan himself.
True story, one time my dad decided to build a shed. It was the SINGLE MOST DIFFICLUT THING I HAVE EVER DONE IN MY LIFE. That includes childbirth, moving our family on our own (no moving company) multiple times cross-country, boot camp (I was in the Navy for a while), college, and any and all farming activity in which I have ever participated. Honest. Ask him. I have a feeling he’ll chime in down in the comments, if for no other reason than to tell me it was a good life lesson; an adventure; I got to practice math; blah, blah, blah. (Love you, Dad.)
I’m pretty sure “All You’ve Gotta Do Is” is on our family crest.
Ok, maybe that’s a stretch. But really, it’s not easy being me, or even a family member of mine.