Just, my new tags. My license. I got them finally. There was obviously a reason I waited well past the limits of legality. Two children. A portal to Hell itself. Who wants to go there.
It only took 3 trips, 2 separate days, 2 separate DMVs on opposite ends of the earth, 2 horrible mug shots, a McDonald’s bribe and every scrap of patience in my possession to acquire said tags and license in their correct form. And I might have snapped at one point and nearly strangled the children. It’s entirely possible. It was DMV Trip Number 3.
Whatever. Check that shiz off the moving list. CHECK!