Boeing wants to rehire my husband after his layoff, but first we have to prove that it's him. This requires either his passport (we have two, both expired but we cannot locate them) or an official birth certificate.
Riiiiight. And I just have these things laying around my house.
Ok, I should. I mean if I was the woman I am supposed to be, I'd have all that stuff organized in a nice little spot and be able to lay my hands on it right this very second.
Obviously, I am not the woman I am supposed to be. That's not news to anyone who knows me. I can be very organized about some things. In fact I can hide things and NEVER ever see them again because I don't remember where I put them.
It's a gift.