Through six days, my parents (particularly My Father) have not yet commented on house bad the house looked when they came home. Probably because he could not, in good conscience, complain that the house is dirty. Things can always change in a heartbeat -- he can be a dick like that -- but thank God ***e* came over that evening.
Of course, My Fucking Father could talk about me going back to school or some other dumb shit like that, but I have to admit that he's been civil, even nice, to me. If he keeps this up, me whisking them away on vacation in a couple days will be a breeze. And that'll mean I'll have ten tension-free days with my parents back home. Can't beat that.
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