I got a postcard in the mail telling me I need to renew my driver’s license by my birthday because it’s expiring.
I’m glad they sent the postcard or I would have never known. I never look at my license. I never need it for anything.
Considering I have a week and a half before my birthday, I should probably get my ass to the DMV.
It’s about three miles from my house and it’s never busy. It shouldn’t be that difficult.
Getting out of the house in a timely fashion, however…not one of my strong suits.
Though the whole driving with an expired license is a bad idea is a bit of a motivator, I suppose.
Considering how frequently people like to smash into my car, and it’s been two whole years since Joel’s last bumper replacement…
I need to get there this week.
Just not Monday.
Because we’re supposed to get a damn blizzard.
Joy of absolute fucking joys.
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Birthday Girl Matt Nathanson |