So, the whole taking it into my own paws idea really didn’t pan out the way I had hoped for…far too tiring especially for someone without opposable thumbs. I therefore thought maybe taking a hostage would get my scribes attention…and with Sammy as back-up I was certain this plan was fail proof. While dad was in the shower this morning I broke into his sock drawer and took possession of one of his favorite socks! FOOL PROOF!
Mom was the first to notice my handiwork.
Dad was none too happy but as it turns out it didn’t take him long to retrieve his garment. Apparently my back-up did not have my back…sleeping in the sun while on an assignment? Well, who can really blame him…it is November after all and who knows when we’ll see the sun again.
Guess next time I try taking a hostage I better brush up on my negotiating skills…and work with more reliable support staff.