JD: Your passport came in.
Me: Oh, good.
JD: Your picture is TERRIBLE. What were you thinking?
Me: Hmmm. I guess I was thinking, “I REALLY wish my husband had listened to me when I told him SEVERAL times that I didn’t think the picture he gave me would work, instead of telling me to just go ahead, resulting in me having a skanky photo taken in the post office which will live with me for TEN YEARS.”
JD: OhhKaaaay. So, want to go out to eat?