The trouble is...I happen to like the picture on my Texas driver's licenses. Of course that picture was taken ten years ago, before I went through all that hideous work that was involved in getting a Master's degree, and the "change of life", becoming 50, and a host of other environmental hardships due to global warming and the UN.
(Everyone else blames global warming and the UN for everything bad, why shouldn't I?)
My Grandmother once said that any picture of oneself will eventually start looking pretty darn good, given enough years. Boy was she ever right.
Well, what must be done, must be done. There was no time like the present to get on with this project.
I was very suspicious of this...and drove right by this entrance:
Plus they had NO street signs that said "Motor Ave." anywhere!
Eventually I circled back and drove in, rather annoyed at this point, and found this building in the middle of basically a huge parking lot.
All righty then...this must be the place.
Now this was on Friday, my day off from work, and I was not really in the mood to put on make up and do anything with my hair. Thank heaven my well worn brain managed to remind me that not only would I be taking a test (an open book test Bernie informed me) but I would be having my picture taken.
The picture that I would be flashing multiple times over the next decade or so.
Hmmmph. Rats, I should have headed to the department store for a free make over before I came here.
So I sat in the car for awhile, trying to decide if more blusher would help, and more eye liners, or did it just make me look like I had had too much wine, and was trying for an early Halloween horror look.
Knowing that the best way to prepare for a picture is to take several test shots, I decided I would get going on that.
The usual "heading to prison soon" mug shot look.
The "I've waited here for two hours, just take the dang picture wouldja?" look.
Oh NOW I remember...the State of Utah has an official four day work week, just like me!
Apparently I wasn't the only one who had forgotten this little detail.
A steady stream of cars had pulled up, and parked, and then driven off.
All this fuss and bother for nothing!
Well, there is always next Thursday, my half work day.
This time I think I will have my hair professionally done and have my make up done as well.
Seriously...at what other time will my picture be so important?
Oh I know it sounds a little crazy. Sort of like Norma Desmond.
Can't you just hear it now...
State of Utah...I'm ready for my close up now!