The smallest problems can lead to the biggest arguments.
Saturday, Parker spent the day with his friends and I spent the day with my friends. When we finally spent some time together, we just did not seem to rub each other the right way.
The argument was my fault. I started it. I flew off the handle about the door being closed to the cat’s room (I know, I know… my cat has his own room), and he flew off right back. The argument ended with him telling me to find my own damn ride to the airport.