Oh, I feel for ya on the driver's license issue. Back in the early '90s, you may recall, there was a period of about ten minutes when it was considered cool to wear gathered denim skirts with lacy cotton underskirts peeking below the hem, huge doorknocker earrings, and -- the piece de resistance
-- a jaunty red bandana neckerchief.
I fell for this look. It was the last
time I ever followed a fashion trend, but I fell for it... so hard that I wore it when I got my driver's license picture taken.
Well... time passed, and fashion moved on. Three years into the bandana driver's license's four-year lifespan, I'm cashing a check and the handsome young clerk looks at my picture and stifles a laugh. "Ah. I see you've got that Patsy Cline thing goin' on there."
Eventually, though, four years did pass. I was eagerly looking forward to renewing my license so I could get a new picture taken -- but then I got a mailer from the state telling me not
to come in at all,
because they don't NEEEED
a new picture -- they'll just reprint my old
So for EIGHT SOLID YEARS, I went around with Patsy Cline on my driver's license. I had to learn to sing all her songs, so I could at least get a laugh with it.
(I must say, I still do a mean "Crazy!"
So April, do you have another appointment set up?