So I've made it perfectly clear that I am a procrastinator, right? Well, today I finally went to the Department of Public Safety to change my address on my driver's license...it's only been a year since we moved. My last renewal was two years ago, and since then I've been living in shame of its hideous photo...the worst driver's license photo EVER!
That is, until today. And I felt really cute when I left the house this morning, too. But after an hour and a half sitting in an overcrowded room of frustrated people, I guess my shine had worn off.
I wonder what the chances were that I would wear a blouse the exact shade of the photo backdrop...can you say floating head? Then I managed to raise one eyebrow...but instead of looking quizzical, I looked like I was giving the camera the stink eye. And since the last license photo looked somewhat like a mugshot, I thought I should smile this time...mm-hmm, imagine a evil sneer.
My daughter said my photo looked like I was ready for my close up with Mr. DeMille.
My coworker thought I looked like Roseanne Barr...and that was one of the kinder things she said.
I'm thinking, move over Baby Jane.
I sincerely hope that I don't go missing or get wrongly accused of some horrid crime. Do I fear bodily harm or persecution? Not as much as I fear having this new driver's license photo released to the news media!