God, can't my dad make anything besides freakin' potatoes and meat. It's always the same damn thing, mashed potatoes and meat. Then he says "You like this kind of meal?" then I say "it's alright." He thinks he is making something super good, when he is the only one who likes it, and everyone has to either suffer through eating it or make something for themselves. Then if my mom makes dinner and he is the only one that doesn't like it he throws a huge fit and about cries, throws stuff around and then eats it and screams how he has to work all day and come home to crap. What a little b!tch crybaby. Looks like I will have to make myself nachos for dinner.