The cats are months late for their shots.
I've been in Georgia for four months, and I still don't have a Georgia driver's license. That's because I need my birth certificate and my Social Security card, and I have no idea where either of them are.
OK, there. It's 10 minutes later. In that 10 minutes, I:
- Quit writing.
- Figured out how to get my birth certificate.
- Filled out the forms.
- Looked for my debit card so I could pay for the forms. That took a few minutes.
- Found my debit card.
- Entered the information.
- Ordered my birth certificate.
And now I am $47.95 poorer. Story of my life. I got paid today, and the nickeling and diming has already begun. Soon I'll be down to $100 to last the next two weeks, because that's how it always happens.
I started the process for ordering a Social Security card, but now I have to wait for Dan to wake up because they're asking a bunch of very specific financial questions so I can prove that I am who I say I am.
And now it's after 7:00 and my blogging period is over. And I'm pissed off because all I wanted was to escape and write for a few minutes. Yes, I got something important done, but I didn't want to spend my morning quiet time doing it.
Aaaaand that's the fifth morning quiet time of the week that's gotten overtaken by "more important stuff."