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A Stupid Post About The Stupid Day I've Had Due To My Own Stupid Actions

After calling Lenexa PD, the apartment manager, and turning the apartment upside down--still no wallet.  So it was time to face the music and get a new ID.

Attempt one:  We needed tags and a new ID so we went to a DMV online that said they did both.  Got there and they only do tags now.  No biggie, because we needed tags anyway.  Quick, easy, and a few hundred dollars later, we headed to a different DMV.

Attempt two: Birth certificate, Social Security card & paper work,  & marriage lisc (in Spanish of course).  Ready to roll and get a new ID.  I stood in line for what felt like forever, to find out that I forgot to bring proof of residency.  Yay.

Drive home and grab my Redbook magazine.  Probably one of two things that come in the mail in my name.

Attempt three:  I have everything I need and get right in.  Perfect.  Meanwhile, a gentleman is yelling at another employee because the employee was racist for putting that he had "brown" eyes, when he actually had "blue" eyes.  I am not sure what eye color has to due with race, but it was sure interesting.  Take a terrible picture, get my slip and leave.

Half way to the Lenexa Police department to make a police report on my wallet, I realize my address on my ID is not correct as it didn't have my apartment number.  I call the DMV and sure enough, I have to go all the way back to Mission and get a whole new ID.

Attempt four:  Another bad picture later, and I have an ID slip that is all correct, except my weight.  I didn't even bother, because it is a vanity thing.  But I do weigh less then my ID says I do.  But I was surprised, no one ever asked me to take a vision test (which I was thankful for because I wouldn't have passed without my glasses) or any of the other questions I noticed them asking other people.  Oh well.

Anyways, today was stupid mostly due to my own stupidity.  I lost my wallet.  I didn't go to the right place.  I didn't have the correct paperwork.  And I didn't double check the slip before leaving the DMV.

I also had to go buy a new wallet.  It is ugly and I am sad I spent $10.98 on it.

I would love if the rest of my day wasn't so stupid.....

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