I knew once his Dad came, things were gonna be Hell. So first of all, we go to church. Whatever. We get there late (as always) and so there's like nowhere that all 5 of us can sit together. So, I, trying to be nice, let ANtony's dad sit down, and I went and stood in the back. And there was no room for my mom, so she stood in the back with me. Wrong move. Antony walks out after mass all pissed off. "Would you mind telling me why you didn't sit with us?" he asked all sarcastic-like. and my mom said cuz there was no room, and he was like "oh, bullshit" which is ridiculous because his dad was on the end right up against the freakin edge but whatever. then my mom was all "did you know that monsenior Biedermann passed away? they're having a memorial service tomorrow" and Antony was like "I wished I would have passed away, then I wouldn't have to be so ashamed" you have GOT to be kidding me. fucking ridiculous. and I don't feel good, ever since after work my stomach's been all queasy and the mere thought of food makes me feel like I'm gonna barf. ANd I went to church anyways, but does he care? No. and then it's dinner time, so I'm like "i'm not gonna eat, just the smell of the food makes me not feel good." and Antony's like "you can sit at the table with us" and I'm like ".....the smell is making me want to puke" and he just looks at me and is like "Fine, strike 2" SCREW HIM!!! Kiefer, tell your dad he can adopt me NOW.