My license expired. Last year. I really meant to go get it renewed. Many helpful people told me how I could renew online, and I could even change my address, too. Except. Well. I needed to changed my last name. Because, apparently, getting divorced SIX years ago didn't leave me with enough time to get that name change done. Today, I finally made it to the DMV.
I called Tiffany first to consult her over my choice of shirts and hairstyles. Afterall, this picture will be with me everyday until March of 2014....okay let's be real, more like 2016. I tried my hair up. I tried my hair down. I finally settled on some messy waves.
I waited my turn, and then "Ma'am stand on the yellow line." I smiled. The light flashed, blinding me.
"I hope you got a good picture of me," I joked. Sort of.
The woman behind the counter laughed. "GIRL! The lady that just walked out of here had eyes lookin' two different ways! Don't be talkin' to me about yo' picture!"
So. Well. In comparison....