We had to get ID cards last week.
For those who don't know, you need an ID card to get on a military base.
It looks like this: (Well, mine does. Tom has a white one since he's the Active Duty member.)
If you don't have one, you don't get on base.
You'll be asked to leave.
Tom made an appointment for us at 8. You want an appointment. Otherwise you could be waiting a long time.
When you get new ID cards, you have to take new photos. You all know I'm not a morning person, so I looked frightening.
Tom always looks like he's about to kill someone in his photos.
He's like, "In military photos, you can't SMILE."
I know. But don't look like you're a follower of Jeffrey Dahmer. I mean, geez.
I probably should have put on makeup for my photo, but I was like, "Too tired. Cannot lift hand to put on eyeliner."
The ID lady was nice though. She was like, "Um. Your hair is sticking up." And she waved a hand over the entire general area on top of her head.
Meaning my hair probably looked like this:
I flattened it down and smiled.
So how did my picture come out?
Oh, let me show you:
I should put on makeup.