So Jamison (SO) and I were at Costco shopping for Thanksgiving last night. We had fun, looking at the gargantuan tubs of mayonaisse and ketchup. We finally checked out and went back to his work truck to go home. As I was walking towards the passenger seat, something on the ground caught my eye. I bent over and realized that it was my glove, covered in glass. Completely disoriented, I looked up at Jamison.... through the shattered truck window. I, like a complete IDIOT, had left my purse in the truck. And someone decided that they deserved it more than I did. It's a sick, sick feeling knowing that some disgusting scum has gone through my purse, looked at my Drivers License, taken my pills. I had so much of my life in that bag. My car, house, and work keys. My checkbook and credit cards. A picture of my little brother. All of it gone. Because some demented human being couldn't keep his hands to himself. Happy freaking Holidays.