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DMV madness

02 Aug 2011 2 Comments

by meganfinley in me

So one of the great things about turning 30 is that the DMV reminds you that you are clearly have grown so old and your body has morphed into an unrecognizable state from your twenties that you are FORCED to come in, change your descriptors (weight, height, hair color, etc) and then take a new photo. What sucks for me is that, once you get married, if you change your name, they also force you to take a new photo. So, like, two years ago I already went through ALL of this. But does the DMV care? No. DMV really doesn’t give a shit.

Yesterday, I was going to go to the DMV, but then Aaron guilted me into going out and getting lunch with me, and that turned into a shopping trip for my birthday (that’s a blog post for tomorrow) and I ran out of time. So today was to be the day.

My license from 2008 that I retired once I changed my name. I call this my 'blonde surfer girl' photo.

Oh! I should mention that I, of course, got the letter that told me what I needed to get done by 8/4/11 WELL over a month ago. So that means that I had to take care of it days before my license expired. So, bear in mind time is of the essence.

So, yes, today was to be THE DAY. The day of the DMV. The day of waiting. The day of making sure that I take a shower before I leave the house so that I can hope to get a good photo. It was also the day that I woke up with some allergy-induced eye swelling. Seriously my right eye could barely open, was all red and was watering profusely. About an hour later some of the swelling went down. And by “some of the swelling went down” I mean, my husband first saw me from across our apartments courtyard and immediately said, “what happened to your face!?” and rushed up to me looking extremely worried. Yay.

A few more hours later when it was time to go to the DMV, my eye had gone from “disgusting oozy mess” to “did you get into a bar fight last night?” Nothing to be done. I had to go TODAY.

So an hour and a half after showing up to the DMV + 2 week for delivery, I shall have a brand new license with a brand new photo of me looking like a mini version of this guy. Ah well, my luck with great pictures for the last two cycles had to run out sometime.