VW Bug, Come Home Please.

So after listening to my dad scream at a bazillion people on the phone this morning after getting something in the mail, he came to the back room, where I was innocently reading my Princess Diaries book, and ate some yogurt.



I was writing down old text messages, since Dad was hogging the computer, and I couldn't e-mail them to myself. I had over 800 text messages in my inbox, but I wrote down all of the cute ones, and deleted my whole inbox, except for the pictures. But my dad was all, "Why can't you just delete them?" And making fun of me.

But okay. He totally freaks me out when he screams at people. I mean, it's not cool when he's mad at me, but oh my lord, if he gets mad, BACK THE CRAP UP.

So he came to the back room, all, "Why did you get scared?" Because Mom had called him twice, and he wouldn't pick up since he was too busy screaming at somebody else. So Mom called me instead and asked where we were. I told her about Dad losing it up front, and got off the phone with her. When Dad finally finished with the screaming, he called Mom, and she apparently told him that I was staying far, far away as possible from him.
So Dad kept asking me, "Why were you scared?" and "What did I do?"

And then he got this devilish grin on his face, and I knew something was up. Because, um, Dad with a devilish grin? Kind of scary.
He went, "So Doyle" (the car guy) "just called and guess what? Your car is ready to go! I'll leave in a little bit to go pick it up."
YAAAAY MY CAR IS READY.

So, he's gone right now (I'm alone at The School Zone, yet again) getting MY CAR!!!

I'll post pictures soon.
And I'll tell you about the rest of my day...tomorrow!