Back in PA

Drove through some hellacious storms to get here but I'm none the worse for wear. Need to drag out and get some pictures of the irises that took over the world...

Dad's already winning the obnoxious brat award. I asked him some time tomorrow to please take the license plate off my car because I can't and put on the new ones. He immediately goes to do it (that gives him bitching rights for me making him work at night) and comes back in 'who put this plate on?'
Me - Honda garage in Orange City
Dad - a HONDA garage put it on with a sheetmetal screw? The entire socket is stripped
Me - Dad, where would I get a sheetmetal screw? YES Honda did it.
Dad - Where did they get a sheetmetal screw? (disappears back into the garage)

Dad (coming back) well it's off. How did that sheetmetal screw really get used on that plate?
Me - want to call evil_little_dog and ask her? HONDA did it. I couldn't get the rusted screws from WI off so I took it to the dealership. They CUT the original screws off and sent me out of there with ONE screw which made the plate swing. I went back and told them to fix it. I knew right away it was the wrong screw but the damage was already done.
Dad - where's the front plateholder
Me - well it's been in the trunk of the car for 6 years now (thinking that's where I last seen it but I bet it's not there now)
Dad - I put it with its screws, where is it
Me - Dad, the Honda dealership in FL took that off not you
Dad - I DID it
Me - it was sitting on the Harvest table in ELD's house for 3 years dad.
Dad - Don't tell me what I didn't do
Me - Fine, you took it off, whatever, I ate the screws and replaced them with sheetmetal ones since I have a stash.

Later we have the SAME conversation we had (nearly word for word) at Christmas and Easter, the one where he raves like a lunatic about the slutty tank tops of the CSI women and how professional women wouldn't wear that. Somehow he thinks I disagree (I don't). I suffer through this rerun with him until he starts the SAME coversation we just had about this again during Numb3rs which neither mom nor I have seen because the lady FBI agent there actually DOES almost dress professionally. We both tell him to hold it until commerical since this was new to us. He picks up his snack and storms off to the computer room. OMG. This behaviour isn't acceptable when you're 5. It's definately not when you're 60+ and I've only been home 3 hours by this time.

argh doesn't begin to cover it.