I am only 38 today, but senility is already setting in. I’m sitting here blogging and my daughter says, “Just think, today you are relaxing and next Saturday will be at Motor Vehicle Board of Appeals.” She actually meant Board of Assessment Appeals and we will be hearing motor vehicle tax complaints, but that is neither here nor there because that wasn’t what it triggered in my addled brain.
I jumped up. “Oh, my goodness. My license is no good.” I had put off renewing my license because of our potential move (if we ever sell the house), but apparently I put it off a little too much. I guess I know where I am going on Monday.
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