The disappearing Passport

On Saturday Jeff noticed that my passport was not with his in my purse. Sometimes I have a tendency to put things in places and forget about them. In this case I had NO clue where my passport had gone. We searched the flat and determined it must have fallen out of my purse and we would have to go to Frankfurt and apply for a new one at the US Embassy. I was totally angry with my self! We went for a walk to get my mind of the passport and when we arrived home I had this weird urge to look under the armoir in the hallway. Believe it or not there was my silly passport. Needless to say we are no longer keeping our passports in my purse. Here is where we found it!