For the princely sum of $542.00, I was allowed the privilege of removing the last little bit of QLD from our lives.
Yesterday we went off to the South Australian Government Service Centre (woohoo - what a great day out!!!) where we exchanged our Sunshine State licences and licence plates for new SA ones.
My old QLD licence - although a very strange, alien yellow colour - showed a much younger version of myself (I think the photo was taken about 8 years ago) that had good hair and an attempt at make-up.
That licence was a bit like a pair of comfy shoes.
I took it for granted, didn't bother looking at it, just carried it around in my wallet, confident that if I ever did need to show my licence, it would all be OK because, after all - I didn't look too bad in the photo.
But aghast South Australia!!! With fear and trepidation do I await the post that will bring this licence to my mailbox.
Something must have slipped in my brain - the part where I was supposed to remember to do something with my hair etc before the photo was taken - and I shall be forever captured (well, for the next two years) with my great new look happenin'.
The "I've just finished work and am completely exhausted" droopy face and no-fuss ponytail.
Not to mention that I've just lined up for 45 minutes behind some very smelly, noisy, toothless people (???), filled out six pages of totally unrelated questions (in triplicate) and have just realised that I need to pee but if I leave now I'll have to line up again for another 45 minutes.....
My Dad has a theory about drivers' licence photos.
He tells me the picture has to be bad so that when you're grossly dead by the side of the road - they should be able to recognise you!!!!
It's a theory that I shall embrace wholeheartedly!