Me: "Mom, Dad, I've gotten mostly better from my brain infection, can navigate stairs acceptably, and once I get a job, will move into a first-floor apartment just in case."
Dad: "Ah, I realize, it was sort of mean for us to ignore your previous issues with falling down stairs and cooping you up in a second story bedroom, so we're going to put an addition onto the back of the house to add a bedroom and bath down on the first floor."
Me: *head asplodes from non-sequitur reasoning* "I guess the thought counts."
Dad: "Well, I did already spend $500 hiring an architect to draft it."
Me: "You might want to show him this plan from a few months ago instead."
Architect (day after): "I think we'll go with your plan instead."
Me: *goes to current, second-story room* *Head-wall* *Head-wall*