Usually, if asked that question, my dad could pretty certainly answer, "She's in bed....same place she's been since about when the street lights came on." I doesn't matter if we are seperated by location, time zones, or a couple of miles. The answer is going to be the same. That's just how I roll. But tonight? Tonight is different.
While you may be out partying and reveling in the fact that tomorrow is destined to be another snow day, I...I stand alone. Alone in the street, dressed in nothing but my underwear and robe. Looking for the piece of crap dog who I let out to pee on the front porch because, "Hey- there is less snow there. That ought to be easy enough for him." Only to watch him flip me the doggie bird and run off into the night.
So dad, incase you get the call, "It's 1:30 am. Do you know where your daughter is?"
You can answer, yes. She is running around her neighborhood, in her underwear, robe, and no shoes, trying to catch a little black dog that desperately needs to be returned to his home....at the pound.