Thursday, March 09, 2006

It took me 4 hours at the Dep of Public Safety to get my bastard license figured out. 4 hours, zero homework, one Beotch, 2 angels, a written test, a driving test, 2 calls to the insurance agency, 6 calls to a non answering father and one phone call to my angelic brooke who listened past the tears and profanity. Blessings. And God came through. I can drive this week to Cali. Yay.

3 comments:

sbchill said...

Hey what about your fab mo who did call you back???!!!!

Phyllistene said...

this is very true.. you did call me back.. and the goat story made my day!!

sbchill said...

Hey, I actually posted on my blog today!!!