He's still controlling, uncomfortably so for someone who thinks he can still boss people around. But there is one thing this week that is a good idea. I have about two dozen baseball caps, and even though I have a hat rack, it can't fit all of them on it. Also, you need these plastic clamps to hang them, and a lot of them have gotten too loose to hold up a hat. So what I have done, for the longest time, is just throw them onto the drawer where I put all my shorts and t-shirts and pajamas and stuff. It takes up a lot of space, but really, I didn't want to think about where or how else to arrange my caps.
One day this past week I came into my room and saw that nearly all of my caps were hung up on my hat rack. I knew My Fucking Father infiltrated my bedroom again. But I have to admit that he did something that was ingenious. Do you know those clothes hangers that are clips on both ends? He took a half-dozen of them, hooked my hats in them, then hung them on the rack. Now, he hung them by the brims and not by the crowns (you're supposed to "fold" the baseball hats so that the back of them invert and fold in behind the front), plus he hung a couple hats on a couple of the hangers instead of just one, which is my preference, and my hat rack is now bursting with caps that still look sloppily arranged. But after making sure two of my hats are hung on each hanger and that they're all hooked the right way, only four of them are still just thrown on my drawer. I gotta say that My Fucking Father came up with something very, very clever.
He's still invading my privacy, though.
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