Whenever my passport is required, be it for travel or work, I find myself repeating that line from Bridget Jones. Right before Mark Darcy returns to say he's been a prat, when Bridget's friends come to whisk her away to Paris because she's been such a sad sack. They divide up packing for her and Tom gives her just two responsibilities. "Right, passport, Bridget. Pants."
I booked my holiday Monday night, and had to find my passport to trust I still had it. I'll be out of the country for five days, three full days in Bermuda sitting on a beach, reading books and listening to the water. I'm not taking my computer. I am taking blackberry, but have promised to restrict its use to half an hour. But that's work. iPhone is going with me, so I can photo document, facebook, Twitter, and blog; keep up with the fun aspects of today's connectivity.
And why do I need pants for that?
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3 comments:
Heh. We always repeat the same dialogue when marking off a check list to depart.
Have a great V-K and you'd better get your butt down here soon!
it wasn't tom that said that. it was the reporter chick, what's her name.
ps like your tits in that ... i meant to say, love the blog. nice work :)
And Em didn't catch the misquote? Shocking!
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