Half an hour (all right, all right, 32 minutes) later I come home, seeing my dad pull out of the driveway and head off.
I go inside and my mother comes up to me asking where have I been, do I know what time it is, etc.
I say, "I said I'd be back in half an hour. And half an hour later, here I am!"
She sheepishly admits that she left her watch at my uncle's, where we went for our annual Thanksgiving lunch/dinner thing, and that she'd had no idea how long I'd been gone. Then she says she sent my dad out to look for me.
Nicole and I both have to wonder why on earth she sent my dad. He has no cell phone, so we can't call him to tell him I'm home. He could never talk and drive at the same time. As my mom put it, "He's barely able to drive and drive at the same time". e.O yeah, mom. Anyway... so we ask why she didn't go instead.
"Well, there were dishes to be done..." she says, gesturing towards the sink.
I laughed so hard, commenting on how I rated just below greasy pans as I went outside to wait for my dad to get back. I find this whole thing very very funny. When he did get back, I made a fuss over him for being sweet enough to go look for me, then barely contained my laughter as I explained that I wasn't really late at all. I don't expect he appreciated me laughing so much; as I'm sure they really were worried, but I must remember to make my mother wear a watch in the future...
Heehee. Silly family.