I lost ashley one time. It was hilarious...but I just realised I shouldn't tell the whole story.

Basically after a particularly hilariously facepalm filled night, I checked on her in the morning (6:30am) and found she wasn't in her room! I was like "wtf where did that woman go to now?" and proceeded to rip my house apart looking for her. Front yard, back yard, basement, washrooms, garage...she's not there!

Eventually I checked her room closely. She wasn't under the bed....but in the closet....*BAM* I smack her across her back with the closet door. Ugh....you...ASHLEY WTF

After that I stopped worrying about her because I would just get an aneurysm. Plus she doesn't need looking after.

Oh, and I don't like staying up late unless it's partying.