2. My wonky eye is back. Which means I've been self-medicating with bodily fluids again, and the only thing more attractive than a woman with a limp and a swollen red eye is if that eye also has a milk mustache. Jeff is so turned on that his central nervous system completely shuts down and he's passed out before I even set foot in the bedroom.
3. I had to set aside time to watch Mad Men, and NOW I have to learn the lyrics to something sexy and French to perform for Jeff once my limp subsides. Like maybe...
Voila mon passport! See? Full circle, topical.
Long story short: Somehow they let us back in to the US. It was probably my Zooey Deschanel impression.