OK, so I’m not going to paris on my passeporte (yet)... but I will soon.
I thought I wrote up a long description of this when I completed it – why it’s not linked to this I have no idear.
Anyhoosie, like most things, my dread and fear of it was much worse than the actual doing. That, combined with my husband’s stick-to-itiveness and my son’s action-shot shrek photo-shoot, we had a great time getting it done. There was a ridiculously absurd H A G at the post office who handled our applications but we survived her and got em in the mail! Priority mail even. Funny how even after you dump out $100 or whatever it was per passport (and you KNOW you’re paying for the priviledge) it’s still exciting getting a fancy document in a fancy package.

