You don't have to go home but you can't stay here.

Jesus Hubert Christ Almighty.

I love my father very much but I'm afraid I am going to have to kick his ass and send him home.

It is 11:15 on Sunday night and I was jarred out of bed from my very nice slumber by very loud banging from somewhere downstairs. The very loud banging was promptly followed by two insane barking dogs one of which was barking outside my bedroom door.

My first thought was that he was banging on the door because he had managed to lock himself out again.

Oh no. That wasn't it.

I slipped on my slippers & shuffled downstairs to find him hammering in my garage. He just needed to fix something for me real quick.

*In the middle of the night!?!?*

I didn't even know I had anything in the garage that was broken.

*grumbles*