Freakin' Dodo

Yes, freakin' dodo. That is what Harrison has taken to calling me when he's mad at me now. Can you imagine that? Just picture him yelling that out in church when it's really quiet. Real nice, eh? He also likes to throw whatever he may have in his hand at me in the car when he doesn't like the part of the movie he's watching, or if I haven't responded quickly enough for his demands to fast forward, turn up the volume, or whatever transgression he decides I should be punished for. Red hair, fiery temper. It's a cliche, but in his case it totally fits.