Okay, So I Lied...

My Dad is just as crazy as my mom is sometimes. All by himself, without her prompting.

So as many of my readers know twas a great blizzard tonight...which is still occurring.

I convinced Casey to drive me home tonight, despite his pleas for me to stay at his house, because I was supposed to meet a woman at the gallery tomorrow morning (although, after I got home, I received an email from her saying she'll reschedule)...so anyway, he drives through the inch and a half of powdered snow (just enough for him to skid on - on purpose so I cringe) and delivers me home at about quarter after midnight.

I sneak in, down the hallways so I don't wake anyone. My Dad (a lighter than light sleeper) hears me, rolls out of bed, greets me at the end of the hallway.

"Did you get the mail today?" He asks.

"No, I was out of the house after 1, I just got home," I say.

"Well you better get it now," he says (If I did not explain earlier - getting the mail every day has become a new chore since my parents got fed up with my "laziness" over the dishes).

I look at him. Sigh. Go outside and grab the mail. I figure he's been waiting for some bill or tax thing but was too lazy to get it himself. Maybe it's urgent and he just thought of it when I came home. Whatever. My made up excuses don't really matter, because when I come back in, he's back in bed, door closed.

I stand for a moment, contemplating why it was so urgent for me to go back out in the snow to get the mail. I think it would have made more sense if he had requested I go back outside and park the cars at the end of the driveway. Or back outside and lay tarps down in the driveway. Or back outside and do any multiple tasks that involve being of immediate urgency and USE.

But no. At quarter after midnight, tonight, I got the mail that no one else bothered with, not because of any need whatsoever, but because my Dad is crazy. FML.