haha
thanks. It just, he knows I'm depressed and he tries to cheer me up. Which is nice and all, but it never works. Then he gets frustrated and yells at me. Plus (idk if you read my blog about this or not, but I'll say it anyway) he's getting older and his hearing is pretty bad. So I always have to repeat myself to him and when I yell to try to get his attention he thinks I'm just being a brat for yelling at him when really all I want to do is talk to him.
Sadly, we went to Olive Garden and I had chicken parmesan.