I had some running around to do, and driving down the road, out of the corner of my eye, I saw The Bureau of Motor Vehicles as I passed it. My birthday is coming up and my license expires on it. In Ohio they don’t send out any warning. Todd learned this the hard way in May, so I wasn’t taking any chances. I hadn’t planned on it, but figured I might as well get it done, while I was out and about.
I swung into the next lot, and made my way over to the BMV. (In NY state, where I come from, it’s called the DMV, department vs. bureau). Anyway….I went in, and it took less than five minutes. A miracle, I know.
But wait! There’s more!
I’m generally not a photogenic person, but my driver’s license picture looks good. It’s probably the best picture ever taken of me. Including the photos on my wedding day. It’s like they photoshopped it. On my new license, I’m a freaking supermodel. I came home and shoved it in Todd’s face, “You have a hot wife,” is what I said.
He looked at it all, yowza! with his eyes.
Then I remembered this one other time in college when my photo I.D. came out good. Everywhere I went from the book store, to the cafeteria, to the dive bars where bouncers checked with flashlights, people would look at the ID, do a double take, and say, “This barely even looks like you!”
Luckily, I don’t get carded much any more.