I'm slacking, yeah, I know. But I have an excuse: for the last week or so I've been preoccupied. I have to get a passport. Better...
I have to get a passport book.
I'm going to Germany.
I'm going as a nanny for three months in a little town by Frankfurt. ("O little town by Fraaankfurt, how still we see thee liiiiie..."). Don't freak out; they do have internet, so you won't be completely in the dark.
My passport picture is disgusting. My mom says, "Well, at least it looks like you." Gee, thanks, mom. At least your drivers' license picture looks like you.
They have a grand piano, and I get my own bedroom and my own bedroom. Now, for some people, that's not really exciting. But I live in a five-bedroom house with nine other people and one bathroom, so that's really very luxurious for me. Oh, and however much I love our piano... it is old. So I'm pretty happy.
One more thing: Zook has been jumping off of everything lately. I'm beginning to think he may become a parkourist. Like I need one of those in my house.
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