At heart, they are hormonal preteens, I swear.

My parents like to play mind games with each other. They are not fun and there is no winner. My mom's new favourite is called "Emasculating my Husband with Passive Aggressive (emphasis on the aggressive part) Low Blows." She is really good at it.

Kind of almost makes me live in terror at the idea of ever having a girlfriend. Because women are crazy beings.

My Padre on the other hand is more a fan of "How Can I Absentmindedly Piss Her Off?" He is quite by accident good at it. I can't help but wince whenever he accidentally enters into this game because I know he won't realize until it's too late.

For example, yesterday they were chatting with some friends of theirs and my dad mentioned he was going to be in Indianapolis for a week on business. Well, I saw my mom's eyes narrow and her jaw clench a bit, and I guessed that he hadn't told her about the trip. I was right.

All I could do then was slap my forehead in an exasperated and pitiful manner and back away from the situation so as not to feel the full, biting effects of the sarcastic comments that were to ensue.


So ya, it would be funny if I didn't have to witness it through a hazmat suit.