So, I'm pulling the things I need from my wallet to put in my backpack for our trip....Driver's license, Social Security Card, Visa card, Birth Certificate, Passport. Hmm, Passport. I had it with everything else. It's a little black book, why isn't it here with our birth certificates? I just had it yesterday. Dang!
Me: "Ummmm, Hubby......My passport isn't here."
Hubby: "WHAT!, why not?"
Me: "Well, I had it yesterday when we were making copies of everything."
Hubby: "It's NOT?"
Me: "Ummmm, no."
Let me take you back to Saturday afternoon....On advice from my (very paranoid) friend, Talina, we went to Hubby's office to make copies of our DL, birth certificates, SS cards & passports to leave w/ my mother in the unfortunate event that we are kidnapped while in Mexico.
While making copies, Hubby & I start smelling this HIDEOUS smell. Turns out, it was our son. G-Man had produced one of the most vile poops in poop history. He left a green fog in every room he was running through. I guess when I smelled it, I immediately left my copying task & decided to tackle the 'bog of eternal stench' that was in his pants.
Turns out, I left the passport (the very last thing I copied) in the copier! Thank GOD we found it. Hubby says it was G-Man's last attempt to keep us from leaving him for 6 days.
Y'all have a great week!
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