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EEEEE!
I GOT MY PASSPORT! It's in my hot little hands right now! Or, well, right now my cat is sitting on -- I think she might be trying to hatch little passports or something. I got it! I can go to England! I can see my parents and Kate and Alasdair and EEEEE! I'M GOING TO ENGLAND! (This brought to you by my paranoia that it would be denied and I'd spend my Christmas alone, in despair. My brain is a funny place.)
...I can fly to Toronto! (Not at the same time, mind you but I can! Whenever I want! I don't have to drive!)
...dear GOD, American passports got fugly. And I look drugged.
...I can fly to Toronto! (Not at the same time, mind you but I can! Whenever I want! I don't have to drive!)
...dear GOD, American passports got fugly. And I look drugged.