Without fail, my timing is either impeccably perfect or off juuuuust enough to be considered really, really horrendous.
My South Carolina driver’s license, which I got upon moving to the Palmetto State 10 years ago (yeah, insanely long licenses here) expired on my birthday this year.
I’m moving to Tennessee less than a month after my birthday.
Which means I either had to deal with two DMVs within a month or I had to let my license lapse for a couple of weeks and hope my good luck with my lead foot going unnoticed continued.
In the interest of calming TechPapa’s already frazzled nerves, I went today (2 days late, OH THE HORROR) to renew my license. It was fine, actually, since I need the title for my car to get it registered in TN (my SC registration expires May 31 because WHEE) and, well, I’m pretty sure the title has already been packed in a file box. Somewhere. Or else I shredded it in my Great ShredFest of 2014, which is entirely possible. Regardless of the original title’s fate, I needed a duplicate.
Two birds, one stone, boom.