Ran over to the local grocery for some ingredients the other day. These ingredients included 2 bottles of cheap $8 wine for the Beef & Barley Soup and some upcoming chicken recipes I want to try. I'm obviously old enough to purchase alcohol; the bitch wrinkle across my forehead more than tells the tale. The cashier was so nice, she didn't even ask; she just typed in my birth year as 1989. While I don't remember what 1989 was like, I was quite appreciative of being treated as though I was more than a decade younger than I actually am! Sure made my day.
It's also time to re-up the driver's license now that all the C-bullshit has passed. Wish me luck!