
I don't even want to talk about the rigamarole and hissy fits that we went through to get these pictures taken (
except to mention that it's saying something, Rite Aid of Waynesville, when I get better customer service at WAL-MART than I did in YOUR store), but still, having your first passport photos - and, soon we hope, passport - seems like the sort of noteworthy occasion that ought to be documented on the blog about those parts of your childhood that your mama isn't too tired at the end of the day to write about.
So now, The Day Jones and Freddie Had Their Passport Photos Taken has been written about.
The Countdown to watch Kentucky in "Catlantis" can begin!
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