The Burglar

So (my) Dad decided to bring me home so that I wouldn't have to sit through the kids' swimming. I actually cleaned up around the house, fed the bird, and repotted a plant while I was here. I was pulling things off my wall and tape off those things when I heard someone come into the house and stomp around downstairs very loudly. Being all alone, you would imagine I'd be afraid, seeing as I usually am. I wasn't. I went to the staircase and proceeded to make a lot of noise coming down. I found no one there, but the door was open and I heard kids yelling outside. Maybe they had come home early, or maybe it was (my) Mom, as I had originally thought. I grabbed an armload of stuff and went back upstairs.

Unfortunately, I had forgotten that one of my parents had no idea I was home, being on call. In the space of time that saw me descending and reclimbing the stairs, my poor alarmed mother rushed outside and used a neighbour's cell to call the cops about the break-in.

Suffice to say I have yet to be arrested, but things may get interesting when my father arrives in a few minutes.