Hola Amigos! Well. I ventured down the secretary of state today again for a license this time. I have lost at least a dozen of the dumb things and I lost another on Saturday (I think). I drove all over town trying to get smokes on Sunday morning and out of the four places I went I was carded four times and of course, had no ID. Mer!! This time I was there forever and finally my number was called (after some tramp flitted in and went right up to the counter). Of course they can’t use the picture they used when you were 21 (on the old ID I presented for proof of person), they want a new picture. We took three, the first two I had a mountain of chins going down and out of site and the third and final picture I just happened to be looking very slightly away and sucking my bottom lip with my top two teeth. Effect: An albino beever. Oh well, I never can get a decent picture out of those people, I swear the blinding flash they use on their camera is made up of the same light in dressing rooms, picking up every flaw and bit of shine (and I don’t even have oily skin!). Anyway.
I finished the condensed version of Hotel and it was the kind of story you wish would keep going. As I said yesterday, he had everything right on except for the end part. But I think he got the end from the hopes of the hotel employees he knew, because it is how those of us who, for some insane reason, really care about the hotel wish our own story would end. The young assistant general manager is made head of the hotel to do as he pleases when the hotel is bought by a regular guest. Humph. I wish!
Beetlejuice is on and in a while we’ll go pick up Casey. Thanks, Dad, for watching Kaia while I went to the sec. of state, I appreciate it and hope she was good. I’ll get round to your sites in a bit.