(as I spent the afternoon making ravioli,tortellini and gnocchi...and they were the BEST around)So,I was about to be kicked back in Europe from the immigration office.Flight moved forward for six months until the last chance to get it before the ticket expired.A few hours before the check-in,I'm packing all my staff and I think about what to put in my handbag.Well,the passport,of course.The passport?!
It was in another house,in another town, one thousand miles away,in another State. (I got it back after a miracle)
Looks like we all miss some 'fridays',at the mudcat,he?!