The Next Eight Years

So, I finally got my new TDL. It's valid until my B-day 2028.  Eight years.  I have The Star so I am now official.   At least for identification purposes.  😉

I knew from the photocopy the  DMV gave me to use until the USPO delivered the actual license I was kind of mad looking (as in Hatter-ish, not the emotion).   But it's even worse IRL--and I have to live with this photo for the next 8 years.

I may have to lose it just so I can have it replaced.

This photo is more than Mad-Hatter-ISH.  I look absolutely, positively, PSYCHOTIC. Imagine a female version of Charles Manson. 

She would look more normal.

On the brighter side--my hair, which was shellacked in place, looked great this year--until the raised part of the license ran through it and altered the visual.

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. 

If I were a conspiracy theorist or paranoid I would beleive the universe conspired against me. LOL.  

I've rarely been pleased with any of my photos, but this is one is beyond bad. Even by license or passport standards. It's bad enough to make babies cry. 

And this 61 year old adult. 

Did I mention this is my official state-issued identification for the next EIGHT YEARS?!  If I come into your store please don't ask for my ID-unless I'm planning a mass-casualty event, I will not look like my ID. 

I hope.