This morning I about had a melt down.
I couldn't find my passport.
I leave in 4 days to meet SP to have a girl's weekend, and I couldn't find my passport.
And I didn't remember putting it up after my last trip - which was only 2 weeks ago.
So I called the housekeeper, I called the cab service, and then I went online to the US Embassy in Dubai.
I should be able to get a replacement in a day, right?
It takes 7 because they are processed back in the States.
Talk about a freak out session. Now I have to cancel everything. The hotels, the flight, and worst of all - I can't see my BFF, SP.
Who took off a week of work, and was leaving her chillins at home with their father. So we could have a mid-life crisis, girly weekend, drinking whiskey and smoking cigars together.
To celebrate my birthday - my big 4.0.
And I 'm really freaking out. Just about ready to burst into tears when...
The phone rings.
It's the housekeeper.
She found my passport - she put it up in a "little drawer" and forgot about it.
I can't wait for my vacation to start.