After months and months of looking, I found my passport this morning. I'm going to take that as a good omen.
However, the photo was taken at my highest weight, while I was with EEFFH and depressed out of my mind.
Given the enthusiasm of Transportation Security Agency and U.S. Customs officials nowadays, I may have to get a new passport just to have a photo that looks like me.
Yea!
(And if you're a new reader or have forgotten the acronym EEFFH, it's Evil Ex-Fiancé From Hell, the man who brought me to Tucson and then made my life a living hell. Live and learn.)
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