Flying Colors!

Today has been quiet and I walked six miles this morning. Then I spent a little over an hour doing some paperwork and then I took the rest of the day off—sort of.

After I fixed us a spinach, mushroon and garlic DiGiorno pizza for our lunch I decided to play beauty shop with Toto, but he didn't want to play with me, so I made him. In an hours time I had given him a bath in the kitchen sink, filed his nails down with that handheld battery operated Pedi-Paws and then I trimmed off an inch of his curly hair.

Before Tony picked him up from the towel-covered kitchen table where I had clipped him, we told him how handsome he looked and he wagged his tail as T. put him down on the floor. Toto pranced around the big room showing off his new doo to our other dogs as Hazel quickly sucked up his clipped curls.

This afternoon Tone told me that he had forgotten to renew his driver's license, so we jumped inside Buttermilk and headed to Kerrville. Remembering my negative experience that I had renewing my driver's license this past October and having to get bifocals I said, "I bet that you flunk the eye exam and have to get bifocals like I did." Tony laughed.

"Bet you five dollars I don't.," Tony said, as we descended the pass. "Nance, I can see better than you and my glasses are old..."

When we arrived at the driver license place there were four pickups parked in the parking lot. "Good luck, Tony. I hope that it doesn't take real long for you to take the test and flunk, so we will have time to go to Walmart and get you bifocals." When T. opened the door for me and we walked inside the lobby three men and a woman about my age stood silently in line wearing frowns on their faces,  I guess because the vibes weren't real good in there or because they knew that they were fixin' to have to go get bifocals at Walmart.

When T. got in line behind the well dressed, frumpy woman wearing white linen slacks, I sat down on the bench and began reading the many signs that covered the walls while eavesdropping. In twenty minutes when it was the woman's turn—I was surprised that all three men ahead of her had passed their eye exams and weren't going to Walmart as I had predicted.

When the officer asked the lady to take the eye exam and read line five—she flunked the test like I did, which sort of made me smile even though I felt sorry for her, too. While she continued to flunk the eye exam over and over, again, just like I had, I'm thinking, "You should never take a test or sign a contract when Mercury is in retrograde. Poor thing. If only she knew."

"I give up," she finally sighed, as she pulled some cheap looking cheaters out of her purse and put them on. "Can I try one more time, please?" The officer nodded her head yes, as if she was used to this happening on a daily basis. The woman then loudly read line five and line six—just for kicks! She had passed and was thrilled and so was I! In fact, I almost clapped my hands for her, but I didn't want to get arrested for being disorderly or embarrass her.

"Next." Tony walked up to the counter, removed his cowboy hat and then he handed the young officer his old driver's license. After he filled out some paperwork she asked T. to take the eye exam and I held my breath. She had Tone read line four, line six and then tell her what colors he saw and he passed with flying colors!

I was beaming like a proud mother when she finger-printed his thumbs and then snapped a picture of him. "That'll be twenty five dollars, please." After T. paid her for his license-to-drive, he put on his cowboy hat and we proudly marched out of the government building.

"You owe me five bucks, Nance," Tony said. "I told you that I would pass." When we got inside Buttermilk I pulled my wallet our of my purse and handed him five—one dollar bills. Then we came home. I'm so proud of Tony and you can see why!

Y'all have a great evening!