So Annoying, Still

Just sat down to enjoy the Yankees game finally. I slept until 10:30 and was woken up to yelling to fix the TV. So I put the new cable box on and had to fuck with the settings to get the 16:9 to work right with the new box on the TV. My back started acting up on me with the cold weather so I figured I'd lay in bed and get a few minutes of comfort. But dear God no, that's not allowed to happen. He insisted on going to Blockbuster to just get mad about how there was nothing there he wanted. He threw a fit about Patricia living in a duplex and not a house because I had to drop by her place and leave some mail for her on her back step. We went to Kmart and I got a new adapter that I broke trying to rotate his tires last time so he automatically got all excited with "now we can go home and rotate those tires!" So I decided I'd buy us floats and a sub at this wonderful sub place downtown. I explained to him how the orange and black cherry floats are more addicting than regular root beer floats but like a little kid he was like "I want root beer" really douchey like. So I buy him his float and let him try mine and how delicious it is and then he's like "It's just a root beer float, you know you can buy that soda at the store with ice cream." Then he bitched about an amazing sub because I bought the food but if he would have picked the place and bought it holy shit it would have been the best food ever. So we came home and couldn't get his tires rotated still and he tried to make me feel like shit about it and then gave me the pity party about how he has to drive to Melbourne tomorrow because of it. Then of course it's time for the million questions he's already asked me such as "why did they do that?" I went to the dump, cleaned the cat litter box and washed the dogs in time for the game. A stray female about the same color as Kady's Dr. Rockso and no more than 5 or 6 months old came up to me and started kissing me while we were washing the dogs and my father actually hostile to the point of spraying water at the dog so it would go away. I can't believe how he's getting. He's even getting bitter towards animals that aren't his own. He's still coughing to death and we went and bought cough syrup today because I guess he figures Dayquil will fix 43 years of tar in your lungs. Oh and pet peeve that pains me more than anything else in the world is when I tell somebody something and then they tell me a did you know fact of exactly what I told them. He's pulled that on me a couple of times with this TV lately and I could shoot him. That's all folks.