we had an eventful morning...first josh and i took finnie to daycare so that we could go and run errands. we had to go to josh's lawyer's office and pick up some paperwork, then go to the dmv and try to get his license back. he's been going through the driver surcharge program for like 900 years trying to deal with this dwi that he got back in 2003. we thought it might be kind of a hassle because we've been up there before and they're always all 'you have to do this' or 'you have to do that' like the freaking vogons on hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. all bureaucracy.
so josh goes behind this little window and talks to the guy while i'm hoping everything is going to work out but trying to be a good girl and just pretend my cuticles are the most interesting bits of stimuli in the world. (i'm a good wife) so then josh comes around the corner looking dejected and motions for me to leave with him. the whole time i'm walking over he won't look at me but we get out of the door and as i ask him what happened he's like 'man, shit...i got my license!" and flashes the most beautiful piece of paper i have ever seen. aside from our marriage certificate and finnie's birth certificate, and oh yeah, all of that money we got from running our porn business last year. but it's beautiful, you get the point.
there are countless things one worries about when one doesn't have a license. can i take my kid to the store without getting pulled over, going to jail and having to tell my wife that our son is with the CPS? do i have to stay at this job FOREVER because noone with hire me without a valid license? should i go to that melvins show and risk being turned away at the door because i don't look over 42? etc...
the best part of the whole thing though was that we decided to go and have 1 mimosa a piece (ok we had two but we were still under the legal BAC, right?) at Magnolia Cafe. We were sitting outside next to the fence eating our breakfast when i see this blurry fuzzy blob plop into josh's lap. josh just sat there with his bagel and lox looking at me like "what the fuck? and we turn to see this german shephard sized squirrel bolt across the table and onto the patio floor. in his haste the squirrel left the pecan he was chasing in josh's lap and josh, still staring at me like "what the fuck?" threw the pecan on the table and said "well i got HIS breakfast."
the squirrel left scratch marks all over josh's right hand so i think the official tally was tied at 1.
and now i'm going to pick up our sweet boy from da-da-da daycare! a lovely day indeed.
