...I just realized that I don't know where my passport is. No shit...it's not in the drawer where I thought I put it.
posted by Dixie at 11:10 PM
Can a woman from Mississippi meet and marry a German quadriplegic, move there without first knowing the language, leave behind all she's known and loved and be forced to live without Hellmann's mayonnaise, stores open on Sundays, southern accents, magnolias, and her beloved family and friends nearby? Sure. Is it easy? Not really. Is it worth it? Most definitely.
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3Comments:
Been there. A bitch had to send away for her original birth certificate and rush order my passport three years ago before a trip to Dublin. Relax, take a deep breath and look again. Loosing shit in your own house sucks!
A bitch enjoys your blog, even though the peach pic makes my ass hungry.
Toodles!
Repeating the previous advice ... take a deep breath. With all the redecorating and remodelling you've been doing recently, it's probably been put away in "a really safe place".
Take one room at a time, and go through all the drawers, shelves, ledges, hiding places ... and I'll start the novena to St Anthony for you :)
A bitch has been here! I feel as though I have arrived!!
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