Dammit.

Yesterday afternoon Mrs. Cwabs called me up and asked if I'd left the bedroom window open.

Long story short: I no longer have a laptop, and my daughter neither has a laptop nor an iPod.

Bonus Dammit!

Additionally, Mrs. Cwabs decided to just not come home last night.

Before anyone asks, I don't think the two events are related, except by the probability that it's one of her druggie friends who did it, which is at least a remote possibility.