This morning, Heather wakes me up at five past six. She is flying around the house 100 miles an hour, like she does, getting everything pilled up. I can tell she is excited to get going. I am too. I take my shower, I try to enjoy it's hotness as I think it will be my last for at least a couple of days. I get dressed, pack all of our bags in the car and go inside the house for some coffee. I take a sip just as Heather comes flying around the corner and she says, "Mike, do you have my passport!?" This is funny to me because she was giving me a hard time all day for being anal retentive. Yesterday I spent organizing all of our stuff, packing and repacking it into
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