I hate waking up to being yelled at. And being called stupid. And irresponsible. And lazy. All because the watermelon leaked all over the refrigerator and, furthermore, was too big for the shelf it was placed on and therefore caused the refrigerator to stay open all night. Needless to say, all the food spoiled. Times are rough. It was my fault. But Jesus Christ...nobody wants that sort of morning greeting. But that's my dad, I suppose. And as pissy as I want to be toward him, as much as he drives me insane, and as much as his words sting--they're just that....words. He is my dad and I love him regardless. I can see some major improvement in our relationship...I think.