My license expires Wednesday, so I went to the DMV today to get it renewed. (I hate that worse than going to the eye doctor, which should tell you something - I was in knots!)

DH dropped me off and went to run other errands (with both kids in the car - I'm sure that was fun :-p). I was pleased to see that I was #114 and they were already serving numbers 107-109. Not bad! That particular office fills up really fast no matter what day you go, so it's best to be there as early as possible. I sat down to wait right at nine o'clock.

One of the guys ahead of me apparently found out that he owed $100 in court fines and that they wouldn't let him get his license without paying, and he had an absolute fit right there - an angry, scary, threatening fit. I wasn't the only one wishing for invisibility or a teleport elsewhere. It wasn't a stretch to imagine him walking out to his redneckmobile, digging out his hunting rifle, and coming back. And I'm an optimist! He scared me, and not many people can do that.

After his girlfriend/wife coaxed him out of there, with him still spewing obscenities and other unsavory things, an older guy was called up to get his actual license and make sure it was all correct before he left.  When he got to the front row of seats, I swear he checked me out - and kept looking. I smiled nervously and looked away. When I lifted my gaze from the paper I was holding, he was still staring. Talk about uncomfortable/creepy! I gave him a hard look and his smile faded, and he walked away.

I was actually almost grateful when my number was called. I got the friendliest-looking of the three examiners. He laughed a little as I raced through the signs (I tend to talk, move, etc. fast when I'm nervous). I didn't know they were allowed to laugh - based on previous experiences, I would have guessed it was a job requirement to never crack so much as a smile.

Anyway, now I have a new contender for ugliest picture of Infernal, and I don't have to deal with that again until we move or it expires (8 years - we sure as heck better not still be in this state by then!).

When I was finished, I walked outside and dialed DH on my cell, then remembered that his phone was at home and he probably wasn't there yet. I called my grandparents instead as I walked along the sidewalk of the complex of shops and offices. After I finished my conversation with my grandma, I scanned my contacts list and decided that most everyone else wouldn't appreciate a random phone call at 9:30 in the morning, for sleep, work, or other reasons. I'm not good at waiting around with nothing to do, though, so I was antsy almost immediately.

I tried DH again and got his voice mail, but as soon as I hung up (isn't that an outdated expression now? :-D) I heard a voice calling my name. I looked into the parking lot and saw our beat up old Honda waiting for me. He'd gotten air put in the tires (heaven help us when they need replacing - at this point, the car is so hoopty that it's not worth putting a new set on...might as well trade it in for like $50 and call it done) and had stopped by a donut shop as well. :)

I was surprised to see a box of donut holes but no big flat box of donuts, and DH quickly explained that they were in the trunk.

"Yeah, I had them on the back seat and then I looked and little one had the box open, with one of your favorites in hand."

I looked over my shoulder at her, and sure enough, she was happily mangling a powdered, cream-filled donut! :-D It was everywhere, but she looked so pleased with herself that all I could do was laugh.

We're heading out as soon as linebacker baby wakes - supper out, then Cold Stone! :) Today is definitely looking up, two-year-old diva tantrums and all.