So, as you may or may not know, I wasn't on for a few hours cuz I went out with my family to run errands. Well then, we go to this Mexican restaurant. And I HATE Mexican food. Don't judge. Well, I got a taco; just a regular taco with meat and cheese. And every time I get a taco, I find little bits and pieces of other food, like green or red stripes. Dunno what the heck they are. But I'm weird about that stuff, so I "inspect" my taco before eating. Tonight, I thought I was in the clear of the bits, but I found about 3 very large, juicy bits of potato parts in my taco, and I wouldn't eat it after that. Yes, I know I'm a picky eater. And I hate that about myself. But my dad got onto me about it, and he said that everything I eat doesn't have to be my favorite. He said the millions of times before, so I'm like, "Yeah, yeah. Sure." In my head though. Cuz you do not want to mess with my dad. By though firefighter. And that's when things got bad. My mom decided to butt in and try to defend me, but I really wish she hadn't cuz she is very stubborn, headstrong, and hotheaded, so she can get really angry sometimes. My mom and dad started arguing for the rest of dinner, and for most of the ride home, and in my head, I'm thinking, "THIS IS ALL ABOUT POTATO PEICES AND A TACO! CUT IT OUT!" I'm very sensitive about my parents fighting, cuz they almost divorced. When I was younger, I used to hear my parents fighting downstairs while I was in bed, and I cried. But, my dad, brother, and I went to walk my dog, Matilda, and I think we're good now. My dad's really sweet, and I think my mom has cooled down, so I'm crossing my fingers that this is just another minor fight. Btw, see those 2 cats in the pic? I guarantee you that's what my parents would do if they were cats.