As long as I can remember, my parents have made me clean the house. I wouldn't do everything, but I have had to clean bathrooms and vacuum my room and stuff. Whenever I clean house, I feel really useless. I clean the basement powder room weekly, and every week (because of the humidity) it gets grungy. It's really gross, and it needs doing every week. Danged second law of thermo dynamics!

I almost always do my cleaning on Saturday, and I rarely do anything noteworthy besides. Sometimes we go to museums, or hiking, or biking, but we don't do much else on Satudays.

Today my dad took the family sailboat out of the water. We've had that sailboat ever since I was about six. I really don't like sailing very much. It's okay, but after you go up and down the same channel a hundred times, it gets somewhat pointless.

Because sailing has gotten boring for me, cleaning the bottom of the boat is really terrible. See, every fall, the boat is taken out of the water on this really cool boat-lift thing. I'd love to drive the boat lift, and run over cars and boats and stuff. Anyway, the boat is taken out of the water, and we put it in this special cradle thing, and we [gag] scrape the barnacles off of the bottom of it and re-paint it. If you don't know what a barnacle is, I doubt that you would like to know. But if you really want to know, go to Yahoo and look them up. Actually, barnacle scraping is kind of fun, but painting the bottom of the boat is terrible. See, you have to lie on the ground (often gravel) under the boat and you have a cheap little sponge paintbrush that you dip into blue paint. It takes forever, and you get paint all over you.

I really hate getting messy. I don't think it's fun at all. Well, there was one time that I got into a mud fight. It was on my parent's anniversary, and they were going to go out in a few hours, and so my mom got really ticked when she had to help us clean up. That was one of the few times that I liked getting messy.