I am still in shock because I haven’t really been able to celebrate, print, or otherwise laud the success of finishing my novel. The champagne is stuck in the fridge, waiting for my dad to get home from work before midnight…
So we’ll get to that later.
In case you are one of those crazy, pro-war, scared to travel people, I’d like to let you know that your husband can get all of your paperwork together and expedite you a passport. They even forge travel documents for you (for a price, of course) so that the turnaround time from the US government is faster. I don’t need to even be present, just provide photocopies of applications and documents. Witnesses, schmitnesses.
So, not only will I get to go to New Zealand after all, terrorists can have other people prepare international documents.