Today I got to experience the clusterfuckery of our local DMV in all its glory. An hour in line, to get a number. Another two hours to talk to a real live person.Surrounded by all of our city's finest. I had no idea we had so many clothing minimalists and "all natural" (read: no deodorant or bathing) citizens. All while Sydney screamed her discontent. She barely stopped when I whipped my boob out, in line, and fed her while simultaneously filling out form 43568654oh-who-cares. So I finally got to the counter, only to find out I couldn't get my stupid f-ing license today.
Silver lining? I didn't have to immortalize this freakish post-baby zit for the next ten years on my ID photo. So today? Total win.