Perhaps you think that I saw my twin today or that I met someone whose personality was that of an "evil Bobbi." That's what the title would suggest, but in actuality, this is a story about my new passport.
I went to the post office several weeks ago to get a new passport. My old one had expired in 2010 and since I was going to be going through Canada this summer, it was one of those "had to be done" items on my agenda.
The picture the clerk at the post office took was okay; suitable for any ID. No worse or better than any other picture I've had to get taken for state or government documents. Whatever.
When my passport arrived, I eagerly ripped open the envelope, opened my passport, and check out my picture. My initial reaction was, "What the hell?!"
After a while, I peeked at my passport picture again and just laughed. I was very, very sorry that my old passport was in Philadelphia being shredded because I thought this entire situation would make a very amusing blog entry. I was also kicking myself because I didn't bother scanning my Israeli or Greek customs stamps.
I showed my new passport picture to Robinson and he had a hard time hiding his disgust.
Yes, folks, it's that bad.
Imagine my surprise when I received my old passport in the mail just today, whole, but with two holes punched into the front. I knew then that the whole world had to meet "Bizaro Bobbi."
Here's my picture from my old passport:
Awww! Look how cute! I'm so cute that no one really notices that I have a cold sore on my bottom lip! Look how impressionable! I'm young, inexperienced. I'm super happy because I'm going some place other than Canada! I'm off to Israel on an Indiana Jones-esque dig!
Doesn't this photo just scream "CUTE?"
Here's the picture that was taken at the post office:
Okay, not bad. You can tell I now have kids and that they've certainly done a number on me (note the very attractive bags under my eyes and the baby weight I still haven't lost). This is a suitable picture for a driver's license (hmm...though now that I think about it, this is probably better than my driver's license photo). It certainly isn't a Paris Hilton or Nicole Richie prison booking photo, but not too bad.
Cue the picture from the new passport:
OH MY GOD, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FACE???
Is it just me or does my hair look flatter? My skin looks sallow and - what the heck - do I even have eyes?!
I look like I'm a raging alcoholic at a wedding party ready to toast the bride and groom.
It's a good thing that I can laugh about this. Maybe I should put off any major trips until 2022 when I have to get a new passport.
Blessed be.
Yesterday my baby turned one. We didn't have a party because I had to rush to a board meeting, but since he was only turning one, I felt that he'd understand. (Though he did throw a fit as I was leaving and I think that was because I was leaving, not because we weren't having a party.)
Arthur, however, did fine. He helped Balin unwrap his gifts, ate cake, sang "Happy Birthday", and wore his newspaper hat the whole time (and this boy hates to dress up). Balin loved the cake and played with some of his new toys. It was very peaceful compared to Arthur's first birthday. I could tell that Arthur is more than ready for his birthday, which is less than a month.
