Is It Just Me?
I have been running around like crazy writing recipes, cooking them, re-writing them, taking photos, etc. and I am beginning to get a little absent minded I suppose. I do have a question for you all though. Yesterday I had to get a new tag for a new truck. Of course it was the last day to get it so I started out early leaving the house (which I did not want to do) at 7:45. I was excited to get this tag business out of the way in that I dread going to the Probate office in that one transaction usually takes at least 3 visits. I took one of my daughters with me which was great quality time and LOTS of time at that. I get my number, sit down, try to get my license out, the paperwork together, proof of my liability insurance when I found that between my truck and my seat in the Probate Office I had lost my drivers license. My number was called, I was frazzled, the lady said I had the wrong paperwork and that I could not get a tag. I track back home defeated….
Meanwhile I called Scott. He had the right paperwork in his car. I called Probate and asked what I needed to get a new license. My social security card AND my birth certificate. I tear the house apart trying to find mine. I found everyone else’s but mine. I call back to the Probate Office and tell them I have a pistol license. She says she will issue me a license with that. Mary and I go pick up the right paperwork, track back to Probate, pass a police speeding (thankfully did not get a ticket, just a minor heart attack), get a number to get my license, get a temporary license, wait in line for a tag, and finally get a tag.
FOUND MY LICENSE IN MY DAY PLANNER. Does this just happen to me or can any of you relate?
Well, it turned out well and I was able to spend the rest of the day with the kids which was awesome and accomplish finishing the egg portion of my new book! All’s well that ends well!!!