It's Mud Season here in Indiana

My new absolutely secure drivers license photo. I will so be pulled out of the line as a terrorist.

He pulled the pillow off the couch onto the living room floor, then laid down. Smart. So smart.

I went to the BMV with all of the necessary certificates to prove that I was not born on Venus or Mars, that I did not immigrate from Mexico but I did come from Chicago. And this is where it gets interesting.

For this new, improved security clearance star up in the corner drivers license, you need a birth certificate, a marriage license if your name is now different from the surname on the birth certificate, a social security card, and two pieces of mail with your current address. Not junk mail. I receive all of my bills via email to save trees. So I had to take my property tax bill, and car registration as my non-junk mail.

The clerk was very polite and professional, but at the end, after taking the photo from hell (you may smile but do NOT part your lips), she said "I will be right back", and disappeared with all of my paperwork in a back room. She was gone about 3 minutes, and came out with a supervisor, who was then holding my paperwork and looking me in the eye. Too bad I wasn't wearing a "Let's reelect Barack" t-shirt. I don't know if I was number 100 in the random check of citizens, or if there was something about my papers that didn't look legitimate. But she finally gave the okay.

Seriously?????
Linda