Did you know that there is a place that is safe for all IFers? A place that is filled with people of all ages, ethnicities and religions, but NO pregnant women. Where is this magical place? Traffic Court.
I had to take the day off of work to deal with my license issue. My father picked me up at 7:30am and we were on our way. When I arrived at the courthouse at 8, there was already a long line up. Geez, what time did they wake up at? I waited and waited and waited until finally it was my turn. I saw the Justice of the Peace and had to swear on the Bible that my information was true (not really sure if religiously I should do that, but I thought God would forgive me). He found my file and saw that the original trial date notice was sent to the wrong address. I then met with the prosecutor and got my licence suspension revoked! YAY! I go to pick up my licence on Monday afternoon.
This weekend A. will be my driver. I kind of feel bad as I have some feminine appointments like hair, waxing, etc... but isn't that what he signed up for when we married? Seriously though, he, and the rest of my family, have been extremely supportive through this whole licence fiasco.
Moral of the story: Today, the little person one.