Stressing but all is well over all

So Jen and I have moved int with my parents. This is a great thing. More time with mama and dad has a little more free time. Problem is dads still treating me like I'm 14 and we don't communicate that well. He's "gruffy". We don't get along sometimes. We'll last night mom said something getting onto him and mom said something to the effect of "what if I were a cow" dad retorted "I'd sell you!"

That pissed me the hell off. I just got up and left. Couldn't take it. Didn't even eat desert. Brought it home and dad has undoubtedly eaten it by now. 

On another note, the animals all survived the move except for the devils spawn. See, we took the cat over a few days before we moved in. She wouldn't eat or drink for a couple days and the other cats, even my precious Monkey, didn't accept her into their home. Things calmed down and soon it was moving day. My dad came and hauled all of our important stuff to their house. We'll one guy helping my dad move ended up stealing over $1,000 worth of instruments, electronics, and just crap to try sell. Here's the kicker. He stole my gun. Felt like he took the last part of "Officer Woody", that cop part of me. I'm dealing but it's breaking my heart. 

So we move the dogs over who escape their first pin. My dad and I spent an afternoon building a dog run out of cow panels (36 ft x 4 ft x 4ft). We'll dumbass dug outta there. So we reinforced it with pipe. 

So we finally brought the gerbal home and within 12 hours the "good" dog had climbed the closet and pulled the cage down and it was a massacre. So no more small animals. But anyway....

Back on meds regularly so my mood has stableized and I'm just exhausted from the moving. 

That's all I got, how'd you like that?