A couple of days ago I was all ready to blog about the fact that NOT ONE PERSON has asked to see my photo ID since I wrote it on the back of my debit card (instead of signing my name), when, lo and behold, someone asked me for it tonight. AND I COULDN'T FIND MY DRIVER'S LICENSE. At first I was mortified. Then just plain pissed. I think I left my license in the envelope I got back from the bank last week when I made a deposit and got some money back. Ron swears he didn't throw that envelope away so when I got home I got to dig through the trash to look for it.
Talk about humbling. It was more like filthy, disgusting, putrid, flesh crawling . . . you get the picture. Anyway, I couldn't find it so tomorrow I'll have to run right over to the DMV and get a new license. Exactly how I wanted to spend my Wednesday. I guess it could be worse. I could have gotten stopped for speeding (which is what Ron thought happened when I told him I couldn't find my license) and ended up in lockup with JoJo, Crystahl and Daddy Mac. And since Ron's out of town, I'd be there until Thursday. Yeah. That would be worse.
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