Organized, Sort Of

About a week ago, Dave said, "Our passports are current, right?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "Definitely."

Last night, I open the spreadsheet I use to keep track of our accounts, memberships, passwords, and associated expiration dates. I'm using the budget sheets to track our bills, and think, I should check on Dave's passport. So I click on the super-secret-info tab and scroll up to "passport (D)" and look over at its expiration date.

It says August 2009.

I stare. We leave for France in 7 days. "No. NO-NO-NO-NO-NO."

Two seconds later, I'm down the hall and in my office, yanking a file from the cabinet. Visions of me pleading with passport officials, paying crazy big expediting fees, admitting to Dave I wasn't on top of things, canceling our trip -- all these knock around my brain. I feel sick. I throw the file on the guest bed and pull out the passport on top. It feels thick and stiff. NEW.

"Come-on-come-on-come-on--"

I fumble it open. It's Dave's. There are three dates on it: birth, issue, expiration.

Expiration: 2019.

Whew.

I renewed it last summer, a full month before it expired. YAY me.

Then I failed to record the new expiry date in my spreadsheet. BOO me.

So, a tip you guys are way too organized to need: check your passports. Then make sure all your records are up-to-date. Don't give yourselves unnecessary coronaries. :)

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