oh my GOD, my dad just freaked out over SAUSAGE.
I'm not even kidding. Bloody SAUSAGE.
I ate half a pack of the maple sausage that was in the freezer this morning. So he just came in from work a minute ago and, as usual, yelled a me about something. He has not come home from work EVER when I'm home during the day without yelling at me for SOMETHING. Anyway.
So he comes in and he's like "Did you eat MY sausage?"
I'm like "I just had half a pack."
"Why would you eat MY maple when there's a zillion packs of lite maple downstairs?"
At this point, I'm thinking "Okay, what the HELL?" So I just said, "Daddy, it's just SAUSAGE."
So like a teenage girl, he gets all huffy and goes "Oh, ookay,' and huffs some more and slams the basement door in my face.
WHatever they have him taking, they either need to give him a new prescription or make it stronger. I can deal with him gtting mad when I hold the door open for him too wide or when he yells at me for putting dirty dishes in the sink instead of on the counter (whatever sense THAT makes) but I cannot deal with him yelling at me about freaking SAUSAGE.
"I can't figure out what kind of life this is, comedy or tragedy, I just know it's showbiz. And what if I don't agree with the lines I have to read? They don't pay me enough, the way I see it."