When I posted that yesterday was crazy, I thought to myself . . it probably wasn’t nearly as crazy as you think it was. Today . . was crazy!
First, I was so proud of my new Breville steamer and couldn’t wait to use it. This afternoon I loaded it up with water, put the artichokes in to steam. I had already read the instructions so I knew how to work it. I got it going and after about 2 minutes, it stopped . . dead! No lights on. Wouldn’t turn on again. I unplugged it and plugged the blender into the outlet to see if the power was working ok. It was. I plugged the steamer back in and it still wouldn’t do anything. After about 5 minutes, it came back to life, I started it again and it did the same thing. It’s being sent back tomorrow. Thank goodness I had kept the flimsy one because it worked. Vince laughed that the $25 steamer worked and the rather expensive steamer didn’t work. I am not ordering another one!
Sit down. Swallow your drink. You’re going to laugh at this next story.
Our house is so full of clutter. It’s just everywhere! The other day I was cleaning off the countertop to make room for the new steamer and there was my driver’s license. I had renewed my license in 2017 so I have no idea why I hadn’t thrown away my old license so I grabbed it, went to the trash and cut it up. Just before I cut, I thought “check the date to be sure it is, in fact, the old, expired driver’s license” but I knew the current license would be in my wallet.
Today I went to get the credit card out of my wallet. Where the heck is my driver’s license? Yep . . it was my current license that I had cut up and thrown away.
I have a trip to Missouri next week. I have to have a driver’s license. I ran outside, went to the big trash can and began pulling bags out . . trying to remember what might have been in that bag so I could find my license. Vince saw me walk out to the trash and didn’t see me come back so he walked over.
Vince: What are you doing?
Me: Looking for something!
Me: My driver’s license!
Vince: Why would it be in the trash!
Me: Don’t ask!
Then . . I found a piece. I put it down on the ground.
Vince: Why is it cut up?
Me: Don’t ask!
Vince: I don’t understand why you cut up your driver’s license!
I found all the pieces. I came in and called DPS to see what time they close. Oh, my goodness. I had to listen through messages about this and that and what I needed to bring with me. 17 minutes of listening to messages before getting a prompt of what to do to speak to a human, then to be told there was a 30 minute wait because they were busy. Really?
I was afraid they are closed on Friday because some DPS locations are closed on Fridays. I got online and found they were open til 5 today. It was 3:30. I’m a good 20, probably closer to 25 minutes from them. Thank goodness they’re on this side of town.
I put all the pieces of my license in my pocket and hollered at Vince:
Me: Do you want to go with me to DPS?
Vince: No! Let’s go tomorrow.
Me: I’m not sure they’re open on Friday and I HAVE to have a license before I go to MO.
Vince: What about dinner?
Good grief . . who cares about dinner! I need a driver’s license.
I walked in. There was no one in line. A very nice man said “What can I do for you?” I put the pieces of my license on the counter. He laughed and said “Why did you do that?” I said “My husband just asked the same thing. It wasn’t intentional. Can I please just get another one?”
I was out of there in less than 10 minutes with a new paper license til mine arrives. I was back home in less than an hour. Vince couldn’t believe it . . neither could I because I’ve heard nightmare stories about our DPS. The man told me that usually at 4 p.m., there’s a line out the door. I was very lucky. You can bet I won’t do that again . . maybe.