Carrie and I are homeless for the next couple of nights. The house sold, the new owners love it, and Carrie just fell asleep watching Major League.
I'm also identity-less. My driver's license expired on my birthday, and when I went to get it renewed, they said my birth certificate wasn't original. The certificate has spent the last 30 years shoved into a drawer full of documents, so it's a little worn. Did they even worry about copies of documents when I was born? They said I could use an expired passport instead, but all of our stuff is jammed into boxes and stored.
If I were to want a beer, I would need to ask Carrie very nicely to buy it. The whole situation annoys me greatly. We ordered a new certificate to be shipped and I'll start dredging through boxes when we move into the new house. There's not much else I can do in the meantime.
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