Today I went to our local license branch. It did not go well. I will spare you the details. I will say at one point it involved long toenails and those soccer shower shoes. Oh, and my son pointing. Oh, and cursing. But not by me. At least not out loud. At one point we left because the computers were down. Because I was bound and determined to get my license renewed, we went and hung out at McDonald's. To appease the natives.
Guess what, playland was closed. So, we had our tasty McDonald's and returned to the license branch. There "L" touched and rubbed every surface available. Tomorrow I'm sure we will break out with Hoof and Mouth Disease as well as pink eye.
Twenty something dollars and 3 hours later I walked out with a license. The thing that bothers me the most is not the hoof and mouth disease, or toe fungus on a 38 degree day. I wasn't so upset by the lady in front of me who seriously coughed so much she started gagging. The big bite of the whole day was my photo.
I have a long history of bad license photos. Two licenses ago my photo was so bad, friends would gasp. With this past experience I decided to prepare. So today I washed my hair, even though it was a "no hair wash" day. And, I wore my best shirt. You know, the one that looks like you didn't try that hard, but "dang she looks good". I posed in the mirror. Chin out, head down, tilted to the left, breath in, smile slightly. I was prepared. This was gonna be my year.
So, when I went to pose for the ever so friendly lady, I did all these things. I did. So why is it my picture looks like a 12 year old preteen boy who has had way too many Twinkies and refuses to participate in gym class because his knees hurt? Why people? Every single day until the year 2012 I will have to look at this photo. Those are four years I can never get back. Why? Why?