Evidence

I told them that I hate Cadillacs. They looked only for Cadillacs.

I told them I would never drive or ride in a Cadillac again. They buy a Cadillac in ANOKA and drive home without it.

I told them I'm coming home on Easter morning. I'm driving a Cadillac home at 9pm on Thursday night.

Evidence. My parents love to make my life miserable. I was actually a relatively good teenager. I'm not so sure that I deserve this. Because even in addition to all of the above, I have to buy them paint, then go home and paint THEIR bedroom, as well as drain my life savings to put gas into that gas sucking Cadillac! Grrrrr!

Gib strikes again.....