The nerve of some people!

Since my folks decided to spend the day at the gold mining camp (would've gone along except I didn't wanna get beat up by the rough ride down the beach again), I had to fend for myself and handle things like getting the mail.

When I went to do that, I got the car keys, the mail key, my wallet....couldn't find my shoes, though. Spent about 20 minutes tearing the house apart trying to find them, getting rather flustered by how my footwear could disappear...then I remembered what happened the last time I couldn't find them and realized what had probably happened. End result, I had to settle on going to the post office in my slippers. A little embarrassing, but the parking permit from UAA for the next year was there, so I got over it.

A few minutes ago my folks finally got back home, looking like they'd lost a fight with an earthquake (apparently the beach was just as bad as I feared). Went out to talk with them to see how their day was...and sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed: there are my slip-on loafers on my dad's feet. Again.

Dad, I love you, but sometimes you can be a real rat bastard. :[