Ok, try to follow along....

Today I went to the Secretary Of State office to get my driver's license renewed.
And I'm happy to say that everything went well.
I didn't even have to take a test. I just paid my money, got my picture taken for the new license, got my temporary license until the new one arrives in the mail, and that was it.
Quick and painless.

Then, once I got out to the car, I looked in my wallet to make sure I had registration and proof of insurance.
I found registration, but not proof of insurance.
"Crap," I said. "I'm gonna have to go to the insurance office and get a copy printed out."

So I went to the insurance office.... only to find that it wasn't there anymore. I mean the building was there, but it was no longer an insurance office. I discovered, to my dismay, that my insurance guy had retired and left all his clients to this OTHER guy whose office was further away in the town of Reading, Michigan. Reading is just barely north of the Ohio border.
So, I called the new guy and told him I'd be stopping by for a copy of my proof of insurance.
I drove all the way down there, and when I got to Reading I pulled over for a moment. I went through my wallet one more time just to search though my papers yet again....
And found that I DID have proof of insurance after all.
So I'd driven all the way down there for nothing.
But, since I was already there, I went in the insurance office and got the copy I'd requested. They were really cool and had it right there waiting for me. They also gave me a 2008 calendar, which I was probably far more excited about than I should have been.

Anyway, to summarize, I finally am comforted by the fact that I know I have valid registration, license, and proof of insurance. Not that I want to get stopped by a cop, but at least now if I do, I won't get busted for that. I can get busted for other things, like all the pot and black tar heroin in my trunk.
Just kidding! Just kidding!

One other totally unrelated thing, just so I can keep rambling awhile longer: Remember awhile back, when I said I broke my right thumbnail way down into the quick and it bled? Well, that's all healed now, but today I broke the OTHER thumbnail really bad, and it bled the same way. I've got a band-aid on it now. This time I broke it by rolling down the window in my car. I hate the fact that my car has "crank-down" windows instead of automatic windows. I've broken a lot of nails trying to turn that stupid thing.

That was also the post where my fortune cookie said I would soon witness a miracle.
I think, in retrospect, the miracle was that I drove for over A YEAR on an expired license and didn't get in trouble for it!
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