Diet, Dye It
I needed a notary. Getting a notarized signature meant a trip to my bank. I can count on one hand how many times I've been there in the past 10 years. Fact. Which means I wasn't surprised that the young man truly needed to see my ID. He was so young I wondered if he was even born the last time I was there. Well, silliness aside, I was super embarrassed when he informed me that my Drivers License had expired. (Later sifted through a pile of mail that my husband had daily stacked and I daily ignored while it lay next to my computer. The renewal notice was down there several months deep. ) Fortunately our state allows drivers to restore their rights on-line, plus a hefty monetary fine for being a tardy numbskull. You don't ever have to go in for a new photo! One doesn't need to fill in any information. But... you can update. Which I didn't do. So I just left the ugly pounds discrepancy on my weight. I told myself it was essentially a lie of omission. T