When I turned 30 I had to renew my license. This meant also getting a new picture taken since the one only current license was from when I was 17. This was the most traumatic part of turning 30. In order to put it behind me, here it is… What a difference 13 years makes:
1998:
And 2011:
Hmmm, along with more wisdom I’ve seemed to acquired more chins. 🙂
lazy to living 