Europe, that's in New Hampshire, right?

Now, you may ask yourself, was this uttered by Jonah the three year old or one of the customer representatives of the US Passport Agency?

If you guessed the former, you are right, however it could have easily been said by the rep. Now, you also may be wondering why I am harboring some seriously cruel thoughts toward said passport agency. Well, if you have talked to me within the past week and 1/2, you probably know I haven't recieved said passport. Also, my departure date is Wednesday, September 1, 2010. Yes, this is within 150 hours, and yes my panic button is on high alert. My stomach has started hurting, like an ulcer is taking hold. Oh and my heart races. I may keel over before I even board my Jet India Airways Air Bus to Rome.

A few recommendations dealing with the morons...
-Expedite your passport. Don't be cheap and forgo the 75 fee. It is worth every single penny.
-Make sure you mail all the necessary forms the first time around. (Unlike me, although I only take 35% of the blame for that mishap)
-Bother them until you get the information you need. Moron from Wednesday did not tell me I could upgrade to expedited, however Morons 2 and 3 from Thursday gladly recommended it and could my credit card information. It reminds me of bribing the Catholic Church in the 1500s so you could get into Heaven. Except that supposedly that's illegal in the US. hmmmm....
-Repeat your departure date as many times as possible

Now, these things won't work as well with the three year old. In my experiences, continue to feed these short people and keep them amused. Idle time will lead to meltdowns.

So Jonah, Europe is not in New Hampshire, though right now, my stomach and heart wish it was.

My back up option: hitch a ride on a boat, old school style.

Holding my breath,
Camille XO