I can't tell on Norwegian if they actually got our passport info since I did it right after we booked our tickets because it still shows you can update that info. So not sure if it's actually there
I got my euros ordered yesterday with Bank of America. Geesh! What an ordeal!!! I had to go into a local branch to order since I only have a credit card with them and according to their website, I should be able to order currency with them with just a card, just have to go into local branch to do it. The local branch had no clue what to do. First they told me I had to be an acct. member (incorrect). I told them according to their website that was inaccurate. They said they had nothing to do with the website and I'd have to make an appt. to come back (ok, will do). So, I did receive a call before the appt. saying I was correct (duh ralph, nice to know you're up to speed with your own company's policies

). They wanted me to bring "cash" but according to my bank, I should be able to do a cash advance. So I tried to withdraw the cash from the ATM but the amount was too high and was unable to do it. So I had no option to do the cash advance. Once I met with the bank manager, who was very very nice (he waived the delivery fee) it took an hour for them to do the cash advance and order the currency (because no one knew how to do it)! So, big lesson for everyone involved: both myself and my local BOA now know how to order euros!! Glad I didn't put it off another day since there is that little holiday called Labor Day that will hold up my order.
And to add more stress, my youngest DS decided to break his wrist yesterday in soccer. I had my nose in a cook book I had just bought, not paying attention to practice, and I guess he was trying out goalie position (without protective gloves) and blocked a goal (good for him, but bad for wrist). Pretty annoyed with coach that he didn't have DS wearing appropriate gear for position. But oh well...now need to make sure that my mom will be able to take him to all follow-up appointments while gone (don't trust goofy MIL, who lives with us and is "watching" the boys while we're gone). My blood pressure now through the roof!
And still haven't started to pack

