How about the quakes, storms and bombs on the eastern front stop right now? I am getting annoyed.
The things of ours are in the able hands of two English lads with a pickup truck. Newly acquired husband is gently keeping the parentals in check, the parentals are sure we're heading into a continent that is more or less a disaster zone and are on the verge of "forbidding" us to go, the newly acquired husband has pretty much lost every item that would allow him to acquire some cash on this upcoming journey, the male part of the parental unit is sitting on the couch, reading coffee table books and telling me to take out half the items in my travel backpack while the matriarch is telling me to up the warm sweaters and better yet not go at all. I fled to work and that is probably the best place to be at the moment.
I do hope to return home and find that our passports were packed with the socks.
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Passports were wrapped up with the coffee table books. Instead of our passports, I have two notes from your mom (one for you, one for me) telling the authorities to be nice to us and provide sandwiches at border crossings.
Haha, I actually believe that (both that you packed the passports and that my mom wrote us notes regarding safe passage and sandwiches)
does this mean you and the newly acquired husband have left on your travels?!?
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