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What the DMV could learn from Disney World

With all that birthday hoopla, a few things managed to sneak up on me:

1. Today is my anniversary.
2. My driver’s license expired 6 days ago.

In a panic, I called the DMV the moment that they opened only to find that it was a 5 HOUR WAIT at the three closest offices.  5 hours?  That’s 300 minutes – 4 times longer than the wait for Space Mountain!  I have two words for the Department of Motor Vehicles:  FAST PASS. 

Since fast pass is not currently an option, I did what anyone would do who was driving around illegally with an expired license on her wedding anniversary:  I drove 52 miles north.  When I called that office and asked about the wait time he said, “May-em, they ain’t nobody here (2 syllables).”   I thought it was worth taking the chance, so I hopped out of my pajamas, threw two curlers in my hair, dressed the babe, and we were out the door!  They handed me ticket #141 just as #140 was called.  Lucky, huh?  As for the picture, they let me smile but there’s really no telling what I looked like seeing that I hadn’t showered.

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While making dinner last night, Coach asked me if we should get a babysitter for our anniversary on Thursday except that our anniversary is today, the 7th.  It’s not that he forgot, it’s just that he spent all of yesterday thinking that it was July 5th.  What to do?

Two telephone calls and three emails later, we have a sitter.  Yay!  A sitter and a dinner date ALONE… TOGETHER.  No crayons, no impromptu food fights, no one to stack the salt & pepper shakes and unload sugar packets into my purse.  Will I even know what to do with myself?  Who will I chase around the restaurant?  And will I even recognize myself without all the food goobers on my shoulder?

This is an occasion for unsensible shoes, a short skirt, and a small purse!  Honey, here I come!

Happy Anniversary, Babe!