46 Days Late

Yesterday, out of the blue, I suddenly realized that my license had expired on my birthday... which was 46 days ago.  I knew there was something about 30 days expired, but what about the other 16?  Jerod said I should go get a new one that afternoon.  My idea to wait until tomorrow for a better hair day was rejected... so we went.
The man who issued the licenses recognized me from helping at the bottle calf show this past Saturday.  He had 3 kids enter calves and one of them was the little boy who named his calf Dead Red.  Just saying that made me laugh out loud!  I remembered his son and he has also won first place in his class!  (More on that story later!)  Anyways, while I was standing there to get my picture taken I was still half way laughing about that name.  After my license was ready, Jerod wanted to see the picture.  He thought it was good, I on the other hand, thought my name should read Gums or Teeth.  Needless to say, my smile was pretty big!  
Thanks Dead Red!