I want to buy a treadmill. I've been planning to do this since probably February. I finally went on craigslist and found a cheap one that folds up for a space saver. My dad says we're not getting one.

Why?

Because we don't have enough space.

Um, currently we live in, I'm guessing, 2,500 square feet. One third of that is the basement, where my sister lives. What's down there? Oh yeah. A queen size mattress on the floor, no longer in use. A broken foosball table. An office for (GASP!) STORAGE! We have plenty of room. But no, we don't have room.

I really hate it when my dad starts treating me like a child and using the "because I say so, that's why" excuse. He knows he is being unreasonable, but when he can't come up with an answer to my "why" questions he just gets mad and acts like I'm being stupid and disrespectful and says something like "because I'm the head of this house."

I'm very surprised my parents don't read either my blog or my sister's. But I think Dad already knows what I think of his petty attitude, and I know Mom does. I have a great dad, don't get me wrong. But I think sometimes he feels like he has to win some small battle just because the house is full of women who know how to argue.