We got our passports yesterday. My husband looks like he's a big fatty, although I told him it's because the lady taking the picture was evil and short and it's her fault for doing that to him. I look even more psychotic than I remembered, and my husband got a good, jolly laugh when I opened my envelope to see how bad my picture really was.
So now this means we really are going to the UK. Man do I have a lot of planning to do.
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