Les Miserables

Over the summer we were what we liked to call,

"barricaders".

It was a fun thing to do.

 

Whenever we wanted something or felt endangered

we would take the things around us & make a fort within minutes.

 

We were usually in wilderness type areas when this urge happened,

for example,

paintballing in the woods...

on a hike...

summer camps...

 

our point is made.

 

We had done this so many times in the outside world,

it was natural for us.

but we had never experienced it in the comfort of our own home.

 

One afternoon,

returning from a day of classes on campus,

we walked into our home where an aroma filled the air that was quite pleasant.

Not thoroughly thinking about the action to take in order to obtain the item making our home smell so delicious.

 

We dropped our bags & began to barricade the entrance to the kitchen.

singing the catchy tune,

"Do you hear the people sing?? Singing the song of hungry men!!"

 

{Hungry replacing the word, angry.}

 

We had to improvise.

instead of tree branches & rocks,

we had to resort to couches & tables.

 

It was going so smoothly until a loud thump happened.

we sat down where we were & dared not to look.

The couch on its way into a vertical position had hit a wall & may or may not have put a fist size hole in it.

 

We tried to cover it up with a fire extinguisher,

a nice picture,

but it was only about a foot & a half up from the ground.

So putting anything there as decoration would be silly & highly noticeable.

 

So we put everything back where it originally was.

This whole time no one had come from the kitchen to see what was going on.

we thought that it was strange & a little out of the ordinary.

 

So we poked our heads around the wall to see that no one was in there.

We tried to capture nothing.

It was a low moment for us,

seeing as we were going to barricade what we were trying to obtain this entire time.

 

At that moment someone came down the stairs,

"Hey! You guys are home! Want a cookie?? They are fresh out of the oven too, so you lucked out!"

 

With sheepish grins on our faces & slight panting we said,

 "duh".

& waltzed into the kitchen & had a cookie.

 

Moral of this story:

Barricades are fun,

but can be extremely unnecessary when you have wonderful roommates.

Also,

When someone finally notices the hole in the wall a few weeks later,

use the trashiness/oldness of your house to your advantage.

"oh, you never noticed that? its been there since we moved in."

 

works like a charm.

 

We are individualists, we do what we want.