I finally went to the DMV yesterday to get my license. It was the usual process of paperwork and proving your identity. However, at the end of it, the lady at the desk presented me with a certificate (which serves as my temporary license) and said, “Congratulations! You’re a Texan now!”
“Um, thank you,” I replied, giving her a curious stare. She was genuinely excited for me.
In related news, check out the back of the registration sticker in the windshield:
We drove up to Lake Meredith last weekend just so we could see water.
It was pretty, on some level, but it wasn’t the Tennessee River. We tried not to compare it to the lakes back home, but it was impossible. Lake Meredith is advertised as a summer time water sport haven, but apparently there’s a big undertow there, which makes me a little nervous.
We did see a hill, however.
And lots of cows.
Our backyard it perfect for afternoon playtime. With the tall fence blocking the wind (and strangers), the boys are able to play uninterrupted for hours. The key is bringing them in when the sprinklers turn on!