Dad went to work earlier than usual today. Hm.

He gave me a Milkbone before he left. I heard on TV today that the U.S. Terror Threat Level status went up, and I got really scared. What if they come here!? So I hid my Milkbone in the couch cushions. But then I thought that was an obvious place to look, so I moved it to under my blanket on my bed. Then I got a bit paranoid, thinking that maybe that’d be the first place they’d check, and moved it to under the couch. Then I thought about it, and I didn’t like the idea of my Milkbone being under there, so I moved it somewhere else.

And now I can’t find my Milkbone.