I’ve moved from California to Washington. To begin with, we weren’t sure where we were going to land. How fast were we going to buy a house? How long were we going to be in this AirBnB? So, I have the following:
My author name.
My real name.
My physical home address in CA.
My p.o. box in CA.
My AirBnB address WA.
My Sister’s address in WA that I first had stuff sent to.
Finally a new p.o. box in WA, when I realized that I’m a picky wench when it comes to buying a house, and I haven’t found anything I like. Sigh. (Nobody should ever want to be married to me. John is a saint.)
So, the state of Washington says that you have to have a new drivers license and car tags within thirty days of moving here. We got here the first week of August. I think we are now past the thirty days. Why are we so late? I’ll tell you. You have to go to their website and set up an appointment. They schedule 30 days out. Every time we go to it, it’s filled up. John finally calls.
John: How am I supposed to get an appointment if they’re constantly filled up?
DMV: You have to call at a couple of minutes after midnight and make a reservation.
John: Seriously.
Weary DMV Person: Sadly, I am serious.
John: Thanks. How are you doing?
DMV: As well as could be expected.
They both laughed and hung up.
I set my alarm for midnight, and get up wearily and make the appointment for 30 days out. It isn’t until the next morning that I realize I have set up appointments for John and I on his birthday. And not just any old birthday, NO, on John’s 50th birthday. What the hell? He has to spend his big day at the DMV?
But at least it prompts me to remember to buy him presents… Thank the Lord. I even have a card this time. Plus, I have remembered to purchase him a chocolate birthday cake!