She somehow left her purse in her car, and it was stolen. I watched her son all day so she could get a new identity. Well, a duplicate identity. I'm not much better. I was convinced I'd left my driver's license at the Mag Bar, but it turns out, it was in my wallet the entire time. Sweatone found it when he was digging through my credit cards.
Yesterday, I had a massive scare. Dbot informed me that Sweatone was lost. We searched the entire house, screaming his name. The side door was cracked open. I ran out side. No sweatone. Dbot and I were in hysterics. We finally hear a demonic giggle from the top of the stairs to the second floor. Sweatone had been hiding from us. The only thing he said was "I funny."
I hope to go out to dinner tonight.
Yay.