It's well established that I really can't stand my father. BUT... he's done well this time. My sister on Sunday told my mom "I'll call you on Tuesday" and my father said "what's tuesday?" and just sort of laughed and said 'nothing"
So they think he has no clue that today is his anniversary.
OH BUT HE DOES.
To the point where he was going to take a half day off work so that he could go out, get the thing for my mom that he wants to get her, and then be home at the same time he would have normally been home.
Now, I don't like the man, but I'm giving his crafiness a big thumbs up.
I think I might do something weird to my hair this week. I really should have gotten up earlier today to attempt to *accomplish* that.. but.. feh.
I'm almost done with the kitchen. What the hell am I going to do when I don't have the kitchen to work on? hmmm..
I'm going to rewatch some invader zim and contemplate that.