Both dogs are shedding their winter coats to such a degree that my house appears to be carpeted. (It's hardwood.) Belle's tunnel under the dog pen fence was so nicely done that a van-load of Mexican drug smugglers just stopped by to ask her for some pointers, but that's filled in now and capped with a cinder block.
And then it was off to the West Virginia Department of Motor Vehicles.
Today's trip to the DMV only took me two hours and cost me...well we won't even go there. I really hate our stupid Personal Property Tax that we all get to pay each year on the value of each vehicle that we own. And as I walked in and was told that I had to take my coffee cup back outside (because we can't have food or drinks in our own buildings), I dumped the coffee on the curb outside and it dawned on me that it really should have been tea.
And is there some sort of West Virginia state law that says that in order to transact business at the DMV, you have to bring your entire extended family to stand in line with you and suck up all the chairs in the waiting area? It certainly seemed like I was the only one there today who didn't get that memo.
Oh, and to the mother of the little boy who was running amuck while you amused yourself with your iphone:
I'm SO done for the day.