I am so fucking tired of Dad pretending he doesn't understand what I'm talking about and acting like I'm the unreasonable one for getting annoyed when he keeps doing it.
Yes, you pedantic annoying asshole, "dinner" is used for "mid-day meal" in some places of the South. But we have had this exact same conversation enough times that you damn well know that if I say "lunch or dinner," I am not saying the same time of day twice, I am using "dinner" to mean "evening meal" as a majority of people and most restaurants now do. Stop fucking trying to pull this shit on me!
And it's not even just this one thing, this is just the tiniest most petty example. He does this all the fucking time.
Edit: They're back from their post-lunch walk and Mama says when she pointed out Dad and I had this conversation repeatedly, he swears he didn't remember the other times.
Whether or not that's true is debatable, but his memory has been provably getting worse as of late.
Quoth Mama: "I know how frustrating it is not being able to tell whether he genuinely forgot or he's messing with you, but a little benefit of the doubt would help keep all our stress levels down."
So... fuck it, I'll try to not lose my temper.
