Today I had to go to the license bureau to give them paper work to pay taxes and what not on our Jeep that we’ve just officially gotten a loan for. (The last 27 months it’s actually been a lease vehicle.) So I’ve got everything in the folder I got at the dealership including a check for over $1300 (how I wish I could keep that) for the taxes except the insurance card, which I know is in my purse. But when the girl asks for the insurance, I can’t find it. She’s able to pull it up on the computer, though, which surprised me ’cause they’ve never done that before. Apparently it’s not something that they tell you they can do and, according to the girl, it doesn’t always work either.
It probably just worked because — ding, ding, ding — I was just in there relicensing the blasted thing in April! And, how very typical, only shortly after she pulled it up, I found my non-expired insurance card. Yup, I’d first produced an expired one! Typical!! But, yah, we get the new plates, so, yay?

Then I’ve got to write a check to pay for it because the DOR charges you an extra fee to pay by credit or debit. I protest against the fee by writing a check. No one else charges fees! So she asks for my license and… yup, you got it, I don’t have my freaking driver’s license! Know where that was? At home in this little coin purse thing with my debit card. I take that when I go to the gym, so I don’t have to take my whole purse, ya know? This, coupled with other things I’m not even going to bother to write about, makes me want to slam my head into the counter. Typical!! She just laughs and says it’s okay, just write my social security number and birthdate on the check.

So we get new plates, because, apparently we can’t keep the others even though they have nearly a whole year left on them, and head out. I go, “oh, gee, let’s go buy groceries.” We get groceries and as I’m paying, I nearly do slam my head into the counter when I remember, again, that I don’t have my debit card! “Can I pay with a check, without a license?” Thankfully, yes!

Back at home for a few minutes later, and Sheila comes over on her way back south. I’d promised some gas for her to help her out so I told her to stay with E while I took her car that she recently got (a used Cavalier) and that I’ll get some gas and then come back. I did this with ulterior motives: I planned to fill it up and didn’t want any protest. (She’d asked for only $10 silly girl, that’s barely over 2 gallons these days!) I tell you what, though, I had to laugh because driving that thing was SO different from being in the Jeep. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever driven a vehicle where I had to actually lean back in the seat, I’m used to sitting nearly fully upright. Sitting upright in there, though, and I hit my head, haha.

And, if you’re squeamish, stop reading now!

Steve's Stitches So yup, there’s Steve’s hand there. He sliced his thumb open yesterday at work when pulling on a wire. He rubbed or scraped, or whatever, against a metal stud and there you have it, enough damage to head to the urgent care center, or wherever it is the union takes their peeps. He’s kinda funny though, like when he sliced his knee open with the chainsaw 6 or 7 years ago, he said it didn’t really hurt, just the tetanus shot hurt. Or rather, this time, the shot to numb him for the stitches hurt. Heh, when he sliced his knee open, his parents forced him to the ER, he was just gonna stick those butterfly bandages on and leave it at that. So macho.

And, also typical: I got distracted by shiny things and no longer remember what else I wanted to say. So, goodnight!