....I am pretty sure that I drove my dad crazy.
At 16 I moved in with him (because I couldn't get along with my mom) and we began two years of memory-making.
My dad wasn't much of a grocery shopper, I have to say. Each week he brought home a few cans of raviolis, some celery, neopolitan ice cream, raisin bran and NEVER a bag of sugar. Ever.
I like Raisin Bran, except for one little thing, the raisins. These days I just take them out (yes, I have become a buyer of RB too!) and toss them in the trash, but back then I just put them back into the box. This meant that whoever ate the last of the cereal in the box (this was always my dad) had a bowl of, well, raisins--without the bran.
Needless to say, this drove him crazy. I never stopped this practice while living with him.
He also likes to remind me that I regularly ate all of the chocolate out of the neopolitan ice cream box while leaving the strawberry and vanilla just for him. Personally, I don't know how I could help that one, but I still feel kind of bad about not saving him at least one scoop, or half-scoop. After all, chocolate is the only flavor in the box worth eating, right?
I am assuming that this is why he woke me up early every Saturday morning by banging the vacuum soundly against my bedroom door. He says he did it to get the dusty stuff that clings to the edges of the walls, but deep down I know that is not the case.
He was getting back at me for the raisins and the chocolate.
What about you? What did you do to make your parents nuts?