Forgetting and remembering

I must be getting old. I mean I'm 3 days shy of 39.

I innocently decided to do our taxes. And that led to two shameful discoveries.

1. I signed my husband and myself up for a church event last night. And we didn't go. I totally forgot. That was it. Plain forgetfulness.
2. I might have thrown away my drivers license. Or I might have never gotten it. No one knows.

You see, I was up to the part about paying for motor vehicles or whatnot. When I went to look up our fees, I suddenly remembered that I didn't get a new drivers license sent to me.

I remembered opening the notice. I remembered filling out the online form. I remembered being shocked at the price. I remember talking about being shocked at the price.

But I didn't remember getting anything else in the mail. No license. No sticker. Nothing.

I searched every pile I could find for an envelope. In the process, I found the invitation to the church event. After appropriate time spent on feeling bad, I moved on to calling my husband and asking him if he knew anything. And that was silly. Because he didn't.

And then I read the fine print on the email receipt that I was finally able to locate on my computer: "You can expect to receive your license within 15 business days in an unmarked envelope for your protection."

Oh. Yeah.

Today was way past 15 days.  And -3 days until my license expired.

I had one choice.

You know it.

I took MK4 and DJ3 with me to the DMV. All I could think of to keep them entertained was their math books. So with sharpened pencils, we left.

The only other time I've ever not waited was when I was very pregnant. (That was because I was pregnant.) Our math books never got opened. A nice lady gave them some coloring books and crayons. And they were happy. (They were actually a bit annoyed that I kept making them move around the room.)

 
I got a ticket with A55 on it. I usually memorize that number. And place bets. Well, today, I didn't even get to sit down. Now serving "A55" blinked about twice before I could even get there from Line 2.

The lovely Tina helped me out. She was absolutely efficient. Kind. Helpful. And she personally went to verify that I didn't have to pay again before sending me to the cashier. The cashier didn't make me pay because it said, "No pay. Tom." on it. And then all we had to do was wait for the machine to print my new license.

This took about 13 minutes. If that.

I'm shocked. And today, pleased that my tax dollars didn't stab me in the back.

The icing on the cake was getting a Rules of the Road book for AC13. We had a great discussion last night about driving. You know, when I was supposed to be at the church event.