I Purposely Made My 2020 License a Memory of the Dumpster Fire Year
Of course my license was up for renewal in 2020. Might as well have a souvenior of this crappy year.
Let's go backwards a bit. First, when my dad passed away 5 years ago, the kids had to go through everything in their house. I was going through my dad's wallet when I found a picture behind his license. Of all the photos I have, he kept one that I had taken when I lived in California and dabbled in wanting to be an actress. I was 19-years-old.
Well, well, well. Let's fast forward 30 years. This was my license in 2014.
But it's 2020. Let's see how well I handled it?
Okay...we've got a lot to cover.
- My height went down and my weight went up. I'm no scientist, but that is NOT the combo you want.
- My hair color is no longer brown, but gray. Now, the nice guy at the BMV did say I could say brown on my license...but I pointed out to him - IT'S NOT!
- Speaking of hair - I look like a reject of the live action Lion King. And yes, that IS a piece of my own hair swooping down on my forehead.
- I didn't wear any make-up. I have rarely worn make-up since March. My own version of wearing sweats every day. In 6 years when I need to do this again, you better believe I am wearing make-up and doing SOMETHING with my hair.
But, is there a better way to capture 2020? I don't think so...