International Package.... of ... Cuteness???

So, as many of you loyal BY viewers may know, this summer the Maine and I are taking the Pizz across the Pond to visit the homeland.

We're very excited, but as the days get closer... fear and apprehension is starting to creep in.

But that is not the story of today, my viewers! Oh No...

Today, is the story of the Pizz' Passport! (or, has I had wanted to call it... Passport to Cuteness!)

About 2 months ago, we realized that the Pizz needed this little document to get across the border. We knew we had to get it early and out of the way.

Before we went to the office, we were a little giddy with ourselves. We figured, for sure, that the Pizz' passport would be amazing. I mean she's the Total Cuteness Package. Plus, we were also buoyed by both of our passport photos, which are probably 2 of our best individual pictures ever....

See Exhibit A and B.

Deep down, I had visions of the three of us, being whisked through customs... with our beautiful US passports assuring us of rockstar like status... I mentioned this to the Maine... She didn't agree out loud, but I could see the wheels turning inside her head. She agreed.

So we took the Pizz, all gussied up to the Passport Agency to get her PtC! She was great (I cannot remember if I had blogged about it before... hmmm). She stayed upright long enough to get a photo... but then the thing was broken! oh gosh. Had to get the backup camera! (oh no!... I can see where this is going...) Photo number 2! Wha- la! Done. End of the day.

Until a couple of weeks ago. We get the "package" in the mail. I knew what it was, instantly before opening it! Yay, the PtC has arrived! I was so giddy as I tore open the envelope. The Maine peeked her head around the corner, and saw what I was doing... She knew what it was as well. She skipped downstairs to join my joy!

I open the envelope and pull out the passport... "Oooooohhh! New design... So modern... So cute!", as I stroke the outside.

"Open it you silly goose!" cackles the Maine.

We open.....

"aghast!!!!!" I shriek!!! Who is that!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! We stare dumbfounded at the photo in the passport. It sort of looked like our daughter. Possibly. But this rendition wasn't cute. Man, she looked like she was some poor orphan, trapped behind the Iron Curtain in some Eastern European country, begging you to adopt her. I think this pic came straight from one of those Sally Struthers commercials... I looked in my wallet for a spare dollar.

A tear came to my eye, as my dreams of rockstar customs status slowly left my head... The Maine sighed too...

I guess the Total Cuteness Package has kryptonite, and thy name is US Passport.