Every Saturday, I Drive to My In-Laws to Build a Shed. I Accidentally Found Out Why My Brother-in-Law Was So Eager to Help
Every weekend, my wife Alyssa and I pack up and head to her parents’ place. They’re putting up a new shed, and somehow, we got roped into helping because, well, someone’s got to do it, right? I’m not exactly thrilled about these trips since it’s backbreaking work, and by Monday, I’m barely functioning. All we get for our troubles are a few jars of homemade pickles or a dozen eggs at most.