Passport

So I lost my ID, my drivers licence while out drinking last weekend with the other crazy teachers. Monday was St. Patrick's day and there was no way I was going to miss out on that one. I had a light up hat, ring and sparkley shamrock sunglasses. So I figured I would use my passport to get into the bar. But it wasn't in my normal spot. My friend and I tore my place apart and no passport. I was losing my mind and about to cry, my St. patty's day foiled. We eventually gave up and went to Good Time Ernie's, the dive bar where they never card us. So I drank my sorry away. I'm leaving for Thailand in less than three weeks so all last night I couldn't sleep and today I spent freaking out about it as well. Researching how I was going to get a new one. My friend and I went to go pick up my contract from DHL and then it occured to me. I had to scan my passport to prove to the Saudi government that I had actually exited their country. And just as I had assumed, there it was when I got home, waiting for me in my scanner/printer/coppier combo machine. My scant, microscopic thread of sanity was saved from extinction.