I've Got a Hot Date on Friday!
I'm married to an outlaw. A law-breaker. A man willing to flaunt his stuff for the entire law enforcement community to see as he zips by in his bright yellow Saturn coupe.
He's forgotten to renew his driver's license and it is now been expired for nearly three months.
I find this particularly humorous because around his birthday (three months ago) I asked him if he'd been to renew his license yet, since he and I were born in the same year, our licenses come up for renewal during the same year, too. I knew mine would need to be renewed this year.
"Oh, I don't need to -- I've got another year on mine."
I blinked. "Really? I need to renew mine this summer."
"Oh, no -- I'm good to go until next spring."
"You've checked, right?"
"If it will make you feel better, I will."
And then life happened and he forgot to check and I only remembered to remind him once, maybe six weeks later. And life was still happening and he forgot to check again.
And then today after I had driven him to the airport, left him there, and started heading home, my phone starts ringing. I glance at it to see if it was anything urgent and saw that it was Scott. I figured he'd forgotten something and was asking if I could run to Target to buy him a toothbrush or deoderant or whatever.
His voice was a tinged with irony as he asked me, "So, do you want to know what the lady at TSA told me?"
"Sure." I figured it was either something innocuous and funny, like "Dude! You've totally got TP stuck to your shoe!" or something scary and dangerous, like "Sir, are you aware that someone has slipped some dangerous explosives into the hard drive of your computer?"
Oh, no. She didn't have either of those things to say. He very sheepishly admitted that she said, "Hey, your driver's license expired three months ago. You should pay more attention to that and go renew it."
And that, my friends, is how I am married to a man driving all over the state illegally for the last three months in some goofy adolescent rebellion against his wife, who simply reminded him to CHECK the expiration date on his license. No nagging, no pestering -- just a simple suggestion.
Guess what we're doing on Friday afternoon when he deplanes? Swinging by the Department of Motor Vehicles to get new driver's licenses. Mine will be renewed on time and his, well, let's just say he's pretty lucky that he won't have to take the written test again. Hot date, huh?
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