But it wasn't good enough. My father threw a fit over ice cubes. See, my sister and I walked to the 7-11, and got bags of having realized that we didn't get around to making any ice.
Should have been a good fix right? Well no. He got offended and bent out of shape over store bought ice.
Good fucking gravy.
I can not wait until sister and I have our own house. No more bullshit tantrums. No more overgrown spoiled man-child to look after.
I'm tired of him turning stupid shit into vehicles for his issues.
Now if my older sister gets here before I have to go to sleep for work tomorrow, the kids can open their presents with all the family together.