Whew!

Passport has been found. Panic averted.

I normally don't carry it with me all the time because of the shit freak out I'd have if it were stolen by the little pickpocket jackasses around. It's not that I couldn't get it replaced but I don't want to drag my ass all the way into Berlin to do it.

And I knew I'd had it somewhat recently because I had to use it when I got the money out of the bank to pay for the kitchen remodeling.

Normally it's in a little leather pouch that I carry in my purse along with a couple credit cards that don't fit in my wallet if I'm going somewhere where I need such things, that is and when I'm not carrying the pouch around it stays in the same kitchen drawer where I keep my aluminum foil and Saran Wrap and wire cooling racks. Logical place for it, huh?

My MIL had to use the little pouch when she went on her trip to Prague so I'd taken out the contents and layed them in the drawer loose. And so when I went to look for my passport I natually thought it was with my Master Card and one of my ATM cards and the 200€ bill that had been in that pouch. Cue the freak out when I looked in the drawer and it wasn't in there.

Sometimes I keep it in the metal box I have for important documents. Not in there. And sometimes I keep it in a cabinet in the livingroom (getting the idea that I need to keep the most important document I have in ONE STINKING PLACE?). It wasn't there.

So I looked in a purse that I haven't used in weeks. There it was at the bottom. And I have no earthly idea when I put it in there. I'm sure I'm the culprit but I have blanked out the moment when I thought the bottom of my black Fossil handbag was the proper storage place for my passport.

So now I can carry my passport with me tomorrow. You know, just in case I get a wild hair and want to dash over to Poland.