After my semi-annual dentist appointment this morning (and a lengthy conversation with the hygienist about adoption and infertility, as she is finally pregnant after 4 IVF attempts) I drove to the Secretary of State to get new stickers for our license plates because, you guessed it, they expired today.
While standing in line and writing a check (again, something last minute. Are you sensing a pattern here?) I glanced at my Drivers License and smiled at the great picture. Ah, ten pounds ago. Umm, okay, 15 pounds, but I’m working on it. But, what was horrifying was my address.
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