H just got a peach out of the fridge and said "I expect you to eat this at some point today" as if he is my ****ing father or something. I said what if I don't want to eat it today? Why do you get to tell me when and what I should eat? He said because I am the man.

Oh HELL no. **** him.

(Now I won't eat it, even though I probably would have eaten one anyway after work because they are so good if he'd kept his yap shut.)

(Artie's shadow is out to play today. And I will NOT push it away and deny it this time.)