I decided yesterday I needed to get out of the house before I became accustomed to the hermit life. With all the cold weather I haven’t wanted to set one big toe outside unless it was absolutely necessary but my to-do list has been growing longer and longer and while the resolution iron was still hot, I wanted to strike.
I started at the car dealership to get the oil changed on the Suburban. It was a spur of the minute decision I made as I left the carpool line and I didn’t stop to think that I might not be quite ready for primetime which means I showed up looking like I had just rolled out of bed slightly disheveled and cranky to boot because I forgot to bring my traveling cup of coffee that normally accompanies me to school every morning. But I rallied and the customer service man did a very nice job of not making a comment about my hair and kudos to his wife for training him so well.
From the dealership I came home, had a general discussion with Whimzie which may or may not have touched on meatballs, how long chicken stock keeps in the freezer, what constitutes an emergency, ironing or the lack thereof, and plans for dinner. This all important conversation out of the way, I then showered, applied makeup and dashed off to the DMV to renew my license and to document for all posterity that my hair does NOT dry well for the first two weeks after it’s cut. My otherwise busy day came to a screeching halt as I walked in the door to be greeted by a roomful of waiting customers and only three agents on duty.
Never mind that it was peak time and people might want to get in and out on their lunch hour.
Not that it annoyed me enough to document it on my blog AND send a Tweet to the DOT to complain about it in under 140 very nice and pointed characters.
I did manage to pass the time texting and emailing friends who I’m sure had better things to do than listen to me go on and on about my plight, but the visit was not without redeeming social value because of the hilarity that ensued from the VERY LOUD conversation between the picture taking person and the lady that wanted to make sure the photograph on her driver’s license was capturing her at the right angle and to her satisfaction.
Apparently the right angle for her was not an angle approved by Homeland Security for photo identification purposes and so for five full minutes and in ever increasingly loud tones I heard the photographer tell her to lower her chin, stop squinting her eyes, drop her shoulders, etc. I never knew picture taking could be so traumatic and I tried to stifle a giggle but when I heard the exasperated, “LADY, WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND JUST RELAX!”, it was all over for me and the whole rest of the room.
I managed to pass the signs test with flying colors, got my picture made with without the benefit of a mirror to make sure my bangs were fluffed just right and that my double chin wasn’t showing, and finally, one hour after I arrived, I was out the door.
From there I went to the library and had to perform the walk of shame for the January Paying of the Fines. I hit a personal best, topping out at $52.47 in fines alone (let’s not even talk about the two permanently lost books), but fortunately they cap penalties at $10, so I cheerfully paid and promptly checked out two more books to start on next January’s payment.
I had a couple of minutes before I needed to pick up the kids so I popped into Panera for a quick lunch and ran into my friend S. who lurks on this blog (HEY GIRL!) and we chatted for a while and made plans for coffee next week. I then went to Starbucks and discovered that my brain can only hold so complicated an order and I tried to add one more descriptive to the usual litany and therefore wound up getting so overly focused on saying “extra hot” that I ordered a tall instead of a grande and let me tell you there’s nothing more disappointing than a small cup of love when there was more that could be had.
But it warmed me up nonetheless and made me happy and got me safely to carpool where I picked up my charges who promptly came home and got sick.
Their kind of sick isn’t the kind you get over very quickly, so we’ll go back into hibernation today to recuperate and face the world tomorrow.
At least at home I have a full pot.
Have a nice day.