Went for a renewal of my driver’s license yesterday. Depressed because you know how these things come out, and I’d finally gotten a photo that I wasn’t ashamed to produce when necessary. Like today at the voting booth.
It came out what I would consider horrible, though I tried to remember to smile only slightly, to look up at the camera, and not blink or hold my eyes too wide open.
The lady said that she would check it first, then said yes, it was a good likeness. That depressed me even more.
Complaining to Him at home about how this has to be with me for six years, I get: Do you think you’re going to look better next year or the next?
Complete honesty in one’s spouse is reprehensible and possibly a case for justifiable homicide.