I finally have a Michigan Driver's License.
Or, at least, I will once they mail it to me. Right now I have my Arizona license with the corner cut off stapled to the piece of cardstock that is my temporary Michigan license.
You read that right. My Arizona license.
I still had my Arizona license because I am a horrible human being who liked the picture on it and did not want to take the time and effort to go down to the DMV for a Utah license only to be told I didn't have my marriage certificate or some other such documentation. Haven't any of you ever read DeNae's experience on this? The DMV is a scary, scary place!
Besides, my Arizona license didn't expire until the year 2039.
That's right. No standing in DMV lines until I was 65 years old. No taking a newer, but just as horrible picture until I was 65 years old. Which means as far as my identification was concerned, I really would be perpetually 29, which is reason enough never to get rid of the thing.
But alas, all good things must come to an end and all good citizens must register to vote.
In Utah they let me do it without a Utah license. But here that is out of the question, and besides, Joel wanted a fishing license. (Oh, yes, he is my compatriot in driver's license evasion.)
So today we went. And it wasn't really that bad. We stood in a relatively short line and had relatively few problems with documentation. The lady did ask me if I was married and when I answered "yes," she stopped everything and said she couldn't proceed without a marriage certificate. I told her that she could indeed proceed because I was not using my birth certificate for identification, but my passport. And my passport has my married name on it. Because I already sent the government my marriage certificate.
Thankfully she bought that. But only after she checked with her boss.
Then she marked my gender as Male. I know I wasn't wearing much lipstick, but really? It took a second, but we got that all figured out, too.
And now I am a bona-fide Michigander.
Kind of weird.
But I like it.