...You say gray, I say not.

And I can't even blame this on the drugs.

My driver's licence expired on September 9th.  I went in this week to deal with it.  Normally, I am not so delinquent as this, but I was told I couldn't do a wig and that I couldn't wear a scarf for my photo.

Do they not realize, I have to keep this photo for 5 whole freaking years?

Oh, good.

At the time of my birthday, I had 2 weeks of growth on my head.  You might think that's a lot, but if it were on my legs, I wouldn't have bothered shaving, it looked more like my head was dirty than hairy.

I decided to wait until my 2nd month of hair growth and then go in for the photo.

...you know that feeling that you are standing at the counter...confessing your weight, height, eye color, hair color...so I tell the woman, she takes the information, she then takes me for my photo.  I couldn't take the whole thing seriously, I had a smirk on my face the whole time, knowing, I had to not smile for my photo--I was finally able to pull it off.

So, today, my new licence arrived.  I wasn't looking forward to this...actual photo proof of my hair loss.

I look at my licence and my hair color doesn't say black.  It says gray.  GRAY?  That would be arctic blonde people.   ARCTIC BLONDE.

Sheesh.

Today I went to a car dealership to spend 20 minutes getting my car evaluated -- 3 hours later I left.  I hate, Hate, HATE my car.  I miss my Honda Accord so much.

I don't think I will be getting a new (to me) car.  It's disappointing, but I guess I will have to put up with my manual transmission for a while longer.