The BoneBlog

No, that's not a typo.  In Missouri it is a 'Driver License' not a 'Driver's License.'  Just look at it, you'll see!   

Today I got to exchange pleasantries with the ever-cheerful staff at our local contract Motor Vehicle office.  Before leaving, because I'm a good little lamb for our fascist guv'ment, I went and dug out my birth certificate, most recent utility bill, my Social Security card, and because I had to prove name changes, my 1998 divorce decree AND my 2003 marriage license.  I put it all in a folder, grabbed a novel to read while waiting, and off I went.

I arrived, opened the door, and gasped.  Lo, I was the only person there for license renewal.  Sweet.  The girl manning the license renewal was mighty churlish, though.  One of those who somehow manages not to crack a smile during the entire transaction, no matter what I did to goad her into it.  She asked for my birth certificate and SS card, but nothing else.  'Wait,' I wanted to cry, 'I spent lots of time looking for this all this other crap, don't you want to see?'  No, she didn't want to see.  

So I took my little road sign test and totally blanked out on 'Divided Road Ahead' so I started stuttering and waving my arms around as though Surly Churly would respond to sign language for 'Divided Road Ahead.'  In the end, however, I managed to blurt it out so I passed the test. 

And behold, I have received the second decent license photo of my life.  Huzzah!

Very lovely!  You had to take a test?  I've never had to do that in the great state of Missouri!  I only know Hawaiian road signs.  I realized in the Santa photo checkout line today that I don't have a clue where my "driver license" is, so I might be following in your footsteps.

Hawaiian road signs say, "Eh brah, turn left," don't they?

The test is just road signs and an eye chart.  You'll do well, I'm sure, or your stroller will be getting lots more use, huh?

Look at that picture!!  You're SUCH a twig!!