(side-note — I wonder how many times Hamlet is alluded to in the world of blogging; sigh, I’m so NOT being creative and unique today)
A few weeks ago, I received a notice from the Texas Department of Motor Vehicles.
dum
DUM
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(that was my attempt at creating scary music, by the way)
Congratulations to me! My driver’s license will expire on my birthday this year. Well, ain’t that a kick in the head?
(I’m full of allusions and cliches today)
So, now, in addition to the “Turning 30 Blues,” I also get to deal with getting a new driver’s license. Sigh, it just keeps getting better, doesn’t it? Apparently EVERYTHING changes when you turn 30; I can’t even keep my 20-something DL — the one with my 20-something weight on it — the one with my 20-something face and hair and skin on it.
Stupid Driver’s License.
But, wait! What’s this? I have the option of renewing online, thereby KEEPING my beautiful 20-something self on my card?
Oh . . . can you hear them? The chorus of beautiful angels sweetly singing in perfect harmony?
(that was my attempt at mimicking a screeching record;
apparently, I’m also full of sound affects today)
Stupid Driver’s License.
I have to go to the DMV. With a toddler who can’t be held while I’m getting my picture taken. With a toddler who will be pulling my hair, clothes, and earrings immediately prior to the photo-taking session.
So, not only do I have to preserve my 30-something self for the next 8 years, it will be a 30-something self with crazy, jacked up hair, a stretched out collar, and possibly a bleeding ear.
This looming birthday just keeps getting better and better.
