Thursday, December 18, 2008

It's 1:30 am. Do you know where your daughters are?

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 the pound.


Maursupial said...

When they do things like that don't you wish they really understood English so you could tell them what you want to do to them? What's wrong with Freddie? Doesn't he know what a good deal he has? I'm so sorry. Scout used to do that kind of thing all of the time. Austen, however is compulsive about being rightnexttomeatalltimes. Both have their downsides. But, I haven't had to chase Austen into my neighbors' house in my jammies. Tht's a feat I wouldn't want to repeat.

Sara said...

That exact same thing happened to my mom! Oh, but when it happened to her, she had a massive heart attack in the street and died. On Corina's birthday.


They brought her back to life! So it's a happy story in the end, really.

Jillian said...

Crap! That is crazy.

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