Birthday Party at the DMV

So, I just spent the morning of my 28th birthday at the DMV getting a new driver's license... I would have rather spent it in the hands of a torture specialist driving bamboo shoots under my fingernails (I know, Regan needs to stay away from those scary movies).

First off it is RAINING on MY BIRTHDAY!!!! I'm MISS SUNSHINE!!! Rain depresses me and makes my hair turn into a kinky curly frizz ball and my mood turn a little grumpy.... ok, a lot grumpy.

Then, the poor people who have to work at the Social Security office (did I mention that I had to replace my SS Card to get a new DL?) and the DMV have had all the smiles and good cheer stomped right out of them by annoyed pissed off patrons... and while I am an expert, in fact THE EXPERT, in making grumpy people smile and like me, it's hard to give a flying fig when they're asking you to put your face on an eye exam thingy that has touched millions of dirty faces, asking your WEIGHT and then taking a picture of a grumpy lumpy frizz ball who is A LOT heavier than the last DL picture taken years ago that will be shown to HUNDREDS if not THOUSANDS of people for the next 6 years... AND they took my old license. :(.... I actually looked good in that picture.

This has not been the best birthday ever... and it's not even noon yet.