I’m accommodationally bifurcated these days, dividing my time between My Country House (aka The BF’s spacious and bucolic Actual House with Lawn, Patio & Dog) and my bachelorette pad (aka Rent Control Central, “Colleen’s Stubborn Handhold on Freedom,” or, during certain parts of summer, “The E-Z-Bake Oven”), so I can’t tell you how long ago my previous passport expired. So let me just repeat: my previous passport expired
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New passport photo, or “How to go about actually crossing stuff off your list”












