K lost my license on New Year's Eve when we went for our swanky outing to the Black Bear Saloon.
I have driven illegally for the past 2 months, and let me tell you that it has weighed very heavy on my psyche. I am a by the rules kinda girl and every time I drove past a cop, I felt the overwhelming need to pull over and turn myself in.
Alas, I didn't get a new picture since they just reprint the old license, so I still have the one where I look like a crack whore. No exaggeration.
But hey-I was in and out in 10 minutes from the DMV- who am I to complain about a bad photo op?
Oh, and today begins my spa weekend extravaganza- just in case I haven't rubbed it in enough.
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