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July 26, 2004
No worries in a car accident
Finally--my residence permit is now in the hands of the Swedish Migration Board (feel free to poke around for all your Sweden-visiting needs!). I spent a lovely hour with at the Embassy this afternoon, making sure everything was complete. I almost had a heart attack when the first lady mentioned that I was missing proof of travelers insurance (which I don't have, but will be getting before I leave). As you may recall, this was NOT one of the requirements mentioned before. I was ready to throw a tantrum (having recently witnessed one of Janie's best, I was well-prepared) when the other Embassy worker assured me that proof of insurance was unnecessary. Thank goodness, I was not mentally prepared for another round of "complete the residence permit requirements". Now I just have to sit back and wait, and perhaps call them later this week for a little low-pressure harassment.
You might think that this momentous event would be the highlight of my day, but you would be wrong. Speaking of how I'm always right, check out this site. I think I might have found a new calling in life: online lawsuits against my friends!
The true highlight of the day was a trip to the mall for new underwear!! That's right, I can now go approximately 2 months without doing laundry. Janie helped me pick them out, even suggesting that I get a pair of the following:
I hope I needn't explain that I hustled her out of the store as quickly as possible, but not before having to explain that this particular pair would not help me keep warm during the cold, cold Sweden winter.
Now back home, I'm sad to report that my room has, once again, become a federally-declared disaster area (I expect the Bush and Kerry to swing by to view the catastrophe any moment now). The rest of tonight is devoted to digging a path from the door to the bed. And, of course, doing MORE laundry, my nemesis.
In order to stem the tide of complaints from a certain unmentioned sibling, a big shout-out to Jessica. Aside from her amusing antics (ask her about the dirty-underwear-archery adventure from 6th grade), she is also smart, witty, gorgeous, and can pester the hell out of anyone in her path. I have promised to only include parent-friendly stories about her in this journal, so the truly scintillating exposes (concerning the drugs, alcohol, and llama abuse--kidding!!) will have to wait until I can tell them in person.
