DMV

I went to the DMV today on my lunch break. That place is my own personal Hell honestly. I avoid the DMV like the plague! My drivers lisence has been expired since July (thanks 30th bday) and I have NOT gone to renew it b/c I hate the DMV that much. Anyway, so I was there. There's always a damn line. You never just get in at the DMV. I love that you still have to take a number too. So the reason I hate the DVM is the people who are always there. (yucky, yucky people) And my expectations were fullfilled... just behind me and to the left was a 45-50yo man making the sickest noise on earth. I will try to explain the noise... at first I thought he was dry heaving, like he was gonna vomit. Then I thought maybe the noise was part of a spasm due to his mental handycap (like terrets or something). Then I realized he was trying not to hack up a lung. LITERALLY. He kept going "HEEEEH" over and over. It was a cough he was trying to keep in. Like when you have to cough but don't want to make a lot of noise... Are you with me here? It sounded awful. So just imagin something awful. Anyway, he made that noise almost the entire time I was there. It's the kind of thing where he was doing it SO MUCH that when he stopped I looked up and had to stop myself from turning around to see if he was still alive or had stopped breathing and finally keeled over. The DMV is so gross. Not just the people but even the horrid little desks they make you sit in when you wait. Like the comunity college type classroom desks. I am wearing a dress today too so I kept making sure I was totally sitting on the skrit of my dress. A girl could probably pick up a raging yeast infection from sitting in those desks. Lawd above I hate the DMV. Uh... and I had to take a picture to... so my FAVORITE HAIR-CUT EVER will live on for at least another 5 years. Awesome.

Enough about that lovely experience. Nothing much is new w/ the kiddos. Penny is happier (after having that bad day sunday). Grant is the same - hysterical. The other day he was banging his fork on the table and I told him to stop. He put the fork down, looks at it and says "stop that fork. you're too loud." haha. YOU TELL THAT FORK! He also has a deep hate for socks right now. IDK why. But as soon as you take his shoes off he begs you to take off the socks too. He really isn't going to be into this whole "winter" thing that's on its way!

Oh, and his posse has grown. It now includes the blanket, big-o, gourdon (the pumpkin) and teddy bear. Teddy bear is a random teddy bear that was up in his bed room sitting in a little tiny rocking chair. The other night he requested that teddy bear sleep with him. Since then he has to come everywhere with the whole posse. Which I've taught Grant to actually call "the posse" btw. I told him a group of friends is called a posse and I have to pack all of him and his posse in the damn car in the morning. Grant's burried behind two bears, a blanket, and a damn pumpkin while I try to buckle his harness and he grabs onto everyone going "my posse, my posse, my posse". It's pretty damn funny actually. Carrying him down the stairs is getting scarrier though. AT least if I do fall I"ve got the possibility of landing on one of three huge stuffed animals. (well one's a vegitable but who's counting).