What is it with the DMV? I had to go renew my driver's licence this morning and it was quite an adventure. Don't get me wrong...the ladies who helped me were all very nice. But maybe its because I went when normal people are working that I ran into the strange ones. There's the lady who (bless her heart) didn't have any teeth and ended up in my line, only to discover that she was looking for the public defender's office and not the DMV. Yikes. But the worst part was after I actually got my licence. When I got to the parking lot (and if you're squeamish, don't read this next part) I got Josh into his car seat and went to get into the front. I happened to look down and see something gross that someone had hacked up and spit out. And while trying to keep my breakfast down and avoiding the unpleasantness and get into the car, I whacked my head on the edge of the car door. And then, I kid you not, I looked over to make sure nobody had seen me and a guy in a 25-year-old Pinto held together with duct tape was actually laughing at me. At least I got the bruise on my forehead AFTER my new driver's licence picture.
And here are the gifts we came up with this month for the ladies we visit teach. I'm a sucker for stretch gloves so I got a few pairs from the $1 bin at Target and placed them with some silver shred, a couple packets of Stephen's hot chocolate and some truffles in a big cafe mug. Wrapped them all up in cellophane and attached a little tag that I dry embossed "Cold Hands, Warm Heart" on. A little silver sparkle ink along the edges and a snowflake brad and we are ready to go for the holidays!