My Dad loves to find things that my sister and I haven't done perfectly and then rip into us about them. For a long time I've been doing really good, doing whats asked of me and more. But he always finds one thing: A car my sister and I share.

Saturday morning, he'll come barging in to whomevers room he choses and starts freaking out and going on a power trip about how the car that HE pays for needs to be taken care of clean (in actuality: the car IS clean) and how irresponsible and lazy we are, how we don't appreciate anything, and how we're slobs. It wouldn't be so bad if we weren't afraid he'd completely lose it and start destroying things (which is normal when he gets mad).

Then the whole house gets to be on edge the rest of the weekend because of him, until we finally get the release of school and work to get away from him. I guess I'm just ranting here because now I'm uppidy and anxious, and I know I will be the rest of the weekend just constantly waiting and wondering if he's going to fly off the handle for any reason. I know it's stupid and petty, but...yea. Oh well.