So I found the passport. Go ahead, out there in blogland, release your collective bated breath. Though I'd love to be able to blame its disappearance on my husband, I'm happier still with *not* having to go to Denver in the morning and shell out $250 for a replacement. Think I'll spend that $250 on red wine, chocolate, and bicerin - which is a Turinese coffee drink made with layered melted chocolate, espresso, and heavy cream. Sluuuuurp.
It takes some doing to outsyntax the Grammar Goddess. And it happened today. Hats off to the one who took the "knife in the ear" and lived to tell about it.
And thirdly... is an anticipation of crow-eating rather than a demonstration of it. Moderately anxious relative to ****censored****. First amendment, pah.