The Dept. of MakeUNDER Visionaries.
Stella and Dot Giveaway!
I finally had the pleasure of visiting my local DMV yesterday.
During my drive, I thought to myself, “Okay, this is going to take several hours. Prepare yourself. Begin your calming exercises now. Think about nothing. Turn off the brain.”
I have to gear up to have my time wasted. Not in a “I’m too important” kind of way, but simply in a “there is 1,000,000,000 things I’d rather be doing than going to the DMV” kind of way.
But, nonetheless, there comes a time in everyones life where a small part of them needs to die at the DMV, and that time was yesterday.
Let’s start at the beginning.
I had a hair appointment yesterday afternoon to get my hair colored. On those days, I tend to let my hair air dry after applying a leave-in conditioner to give it a break and really let the leave-in conditioner work well.
I drove home with wet hair, and it was nearly dry by time I arrived. I threw it back in a ponytail, and did some things around the house.
Then I remembered that I haven’t updated my address yet on my drivers license (even though we moved months ago) so I planned on heading to the DMV.
I thought, “Surely I won’t have to have my photo retaken because this is something that can be done online”.
I know that you are thinking. Why didn’t you just do it online, Kate? Well, I lost the pin that I used 3 years ago and I couldn’t find a way to request a new one. Plus I thought, “What’s the harm in going to the DMV real quick?” Delirious, I know.
So, I check my face in the mirror. I’m wearing a few swipes of mascara, some under-eye concealer and made a honest attempt to cover up blemishes but was quite unsuccessful. (I tried a new BB cream that made me break out–the worst!) My hair was flat, in a ponytail and I was wearing my “Monday Clothes”. (Mondays are my days off when I clean the house, do laundry, etc.).
I was a sight to behold.
So I head to the DMV. I prepare myself as mentioned above.
I was greeted by a bright and shiny personality at the desk. I’m serious, she was happy. I was floored.
I take my number and wait. I have 3 people ahead of me. This will take. . .oh, I don’t know. . .about 6-7 hours I figure.
30 minutes later, my number is called.
I walk back and am greeted with another joyful soul and I’m shocked once again.
I dared to think to myself “Well geez! This is going to smoothly! I’ll be out of here lickety-split!”
I hand her my license.
We go through the changing of my address, the woman helping me tells me I look better blonde, and then she says ,”Okay, smiley time!!!”
I said, “WHAT!? I have to get another picture?”
“Yep, head on over to the camera!”
My blood ran cold.
Okay, not really. But I did realize that this whole event was too good to be true. Of COURSE you would have to have your picture taken Kate! This is the worst you have ever looked! And that’s the goal of the DMV!
Laughing to myself, I sit and wait for smiley time. The bright and shiny personality comes to take my picture, says she likes me better blonde, and clicks away.
I smile, mostly because I’m laughing at how ridiculous my photo is going to look, and tell the woman “Thanks!”.
I have to wait 15 days before I can lay my eyes on the beauty that will be the worst drivers license photo in history.
But hey, at least I look better as a blonde.