If you'll remember, yesterday I lamented about how unexciting my life was. I felt it necessary to prove my point by posting a picture of my desk at work as a part of my Project 365 thingy.
Silly, silly me.
I should have known better.
The day started out normal enough. Until I got to work. That's when Jessi began having trouble with the insurance agent over her car repair. ( I will repent later but let me just say that I feel that someone might have been trying to take advantage of an inexperienced young woman in order to save their company some money.) So I did what any mother would do. I called her father. So that he could call the big mean man that made my baby cry. Unfortunately, her father was on the road, driving to Lexington at the time. And he was not happy with the big mean man that made his baby cry. (He did, however, do the responsible thing and pull over to the side of the road while chastising said big mean man for making his baby cry.)
After the chastising was over, it was decided that I would be the one getting the rental car and Jessi would drive one of our cars. Sounds simple, right? Snort. You should know better.
The rental car company was very agreeable to picking me up from work and taking me to get my rental car. Great. My father-in-law picked up Jessi's car while she was at work and took it to the body shop where it will spend the next few days getting a new body. (oh, if it were only that easy.) He then picked her up from work and brought her to the house. At this point, I was home for lunch so I left the car for her...after giving her a set of keys...and he took me back to work. Sounds lovely, doesn't it? Except for one small, itty bitty detail. My driver's license...um...expired in November. And I forgot to have it renewed. Rental car people don't rent cars to people with expired licenses. Of course, I remember this after I am back at work and my father-in-law is gone. With no cell phone. I called Josh...who is an hour and a half away...(and let me tell you that I am on his happy list today) and he gently suggests that I call Jessi and have her take me to get my license renewed. And I'd better be praying that they don't make me retake the test because it's been like seven weeks since it expired. Oh, and have I mentioned that I CANNOT parallel park? Which is required if you want to pass the test.
Once again, we have a solution. Except...(aren't you starting to hate that word?)...the keys that I left Jessi with are to her car. You know, the one that's at the body shop getting a new body. So, she has a car with no keys and keys with no car. The clock is ticking, the rental car people will be here in an hour and a half and I have no license. I called Josh...who is still in Lexington and is still not quite ready to see the humor in all of this. He suggests I call his dad. Who doesn't have a cell phone...and isn't back home from running errands yet. Tick tock, tick tock goes the clock.
Finally, Mary Jane comes into the office (because I am supposed to be working while all this mass hysteria is taking place) and offers me her car. Which I did not take. Because I have no valid license and this would be the one moment in time when I would do something extremely foolish and plow through a herd of sea cows on the way to the licensing bureau. But... I am blessed. Because we were not terribly busy. So Mary Jane was able to drive me to the little brick building that specializes in totally horrible pictures that you are forced to carry with you at all times. (I'm certain that it was a secret wish of mine to have my new license picture taken wearing my work uniform, winter coat and reading glasses on top of my head. I do look fashionably charming, let me tell you.)
Now it's the end of the day. I have a new, current driver's license that I can forget about for four more years, a spiffy little rental car that tells me that it might be icy outside, and an extremely exciting life. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. I have used up a weeks worth of adrenaline at this point.