I spent most of the day searching and can't find the passports anywhere. I remember Brian taking them from me and putting them someplace 'safe' where we 'couldn't miss them'. Both of us seem to think this was a suitcase, which would make sense, but it hasn't proven to be the case. When that failed I went to the DMV to find out what I would need to replace my driver's license, which turned out to be another whole ordeal. So, unless Brian finds them at the old house by some freak chance, or in something he hid somewhere at his parent's house, 8 AM tomorrow, before heading out to the airport, I'll be at the DMV again trying to get a new license (with a picture this time).
And I still have to pack for Isaac and myself.
There was a brief thought of waiting until after the trips to move that Brian decided would make things to hard because we wouldn't be at the new house when things arrived. I'm now wishing I pushed harder for that because things wouldn't be so crazy, but I'm pretty sure the passports vanished in the first 'open house' cleaning frenzy. Which wouldn't be saving me much.
I will be so relieved to finally be in Florida tomorrow.