I made these as Christmas gifts for the kids
That. is. Tuesday.
Our flight to Paris is Thursday.
What was I doing while my husband was on the verge of a coronary? Well, irony of ironies, I was downstairs in my sewing room, making a lovely new cover for his almost expired passport. The poor guy. He had the foresight to go online and check out his options before breaking the news to me (good call, because if we'd shown up at YVR next Thursday and discovered it then, I swear it would've been quel dommage for you buddy. Home to feed the fish while the rest of us gnaw on baguettes and brie for a month).
This one is mine
After some frantic online form-filling-out, a quick trip to late night drug store that takes passport photos and emails to references, B was all set to hit the passport office at opening time of 7:00 a.m. this morning. Luckily we live in a city with a quick-turnaround option. All it takes is money and they can get you a new passport in 24 hours.....well, apparently not exactly. He just texted from the office to say he was 5th in line, but his won't be ready until next Wednesday. WHAT?!?! Jeez, Nigel! Let's hope so!
How do you like that map print fussy cutting? Love.
So, what is it with these things? My mom would drive me crazy; long after I became a responsible adult who had traveled the world, always asking "have you got your passport?" I only forgot it once, en route to a summer job in South Africa. My mom, trying to respect my 21 year old's fierce independence no doubt, waited until we were half way to the airport before asking. At that moment, I experienced Passport Pass-Out, realizing my little black book was sitting on the floor of my childhood bedroom. In my mind's eye, I could see it there. Right where I left it so I wouldn't forget it. At that moment, my dad morphed into Mario Andretti, pulled a U-turn and hit the gas. We raced home, raced back to the airport and I had an entire 20 minutes to catch my flight. Easy peasy, right? That was the first and only time I've ever brazenly jumped a queue. I made it to Johannesburg after brief stops in Toronto and Frankfurt, none the worse for wear.
Have you ever experienced Passport Pass-Out?