I told my husband I would blog about this. There is no way that I can’t. The irony struck me in the face last night and I’m still reeling from the assault. I should start from the beginning only I can’t. I won’t. Out of loyalty, out of respect I won’t fuel the fire more than it already has been. BUT just so that I’m not another babbling idiot I will say this – my husband is dealing with more crap than he deserves. Someone in his circle of life has been accused of a crime (well, a few) and there is no way this person is innocent. Not 100%. No way in Hell. Anyway you look at the situation this guy is at fault in some way. Whether it’s 5% guilty or 100% it still spells Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. All the way in trouble and it troubles me. It’s a classic case of he said, she said, she said he did. No way to really sort it out. No way to walk away. Can’t deny, can’t ignore. Especially for kisa. He didn’t ask for this, but there it is.
So that’s one side of guilty – here’s the other. My husband received a letter from the DMV – no wait, RMV…No, I think I had it right the first time – DMV. Anyway, the Registry, Division, Department, the something of Motor Vehicles. I immediately assumed it was a registration renewal or something mundane, something ho hum. Disinterested, I turned back to shaking worcestershire sauce and montreal seasoning on the burgers…until I heard him swearing and muttering “‘not again.” Turns out the state of California thinks my husband travels across the country to treat their roadways as his own private German autobahn…and then drives home again…to New England. The RMV/DMV is revoking his license at the end of the month because someone with his same name and birthday drives like an idiot somewhere on the west coast. There are three driving offenses listed in the letter and kisa was obviously at work for every single one. There is no way he is guilty of anything mentioned in the letter. Nevertheless, here’s the kicker – he has to take time away from his already fukced up life to take care of the situation…again. Yes, this has happened before – before I met him. Kisa’s betting it’s the same wackjob who doesn’t know how to operate a moving vehicle. What are the chances?
So. Last night as I was brushing my teeth I was thinking about guilt – the obvious kind and the obviously not. Kisa operates on the fine line of There Is No Way This Is Happening To Me. Yet it is. Two sides of guilty. Drive carefully.
~*LunaSea*~ 
What are the chances of someone with the same name and birthdate causing trouble for kisa TWICE? If he kept documentation from the first go-around with that mix up … perhaps it will help speed along straightening it out this time around. If I can help at all, let me know!
Apparently the DMV took all the paperwork. Wanna know something funny? Not only did this happen to kisa TWICE but it also happened to his DAD! There’s something about that name…
i had this happen with my grades in college. there was a freshman with the same name as me, as far as i know it was a different middle initial. not sure about the birthday though.
it stinks because if they used any amount of logic they’d realize it wasn’t your kisa. especially since they messed up the first time!
Jeez! Ridiculous! Poor Kisa 😦 that really sucks, But the burgers sounded good! 😉
I *think* everything is sorted out now. Tok a ton of phone calls and more patience than that, though! The burgers were yummy – sprinkle them with steak seasoning and go for a walk with your sweetie – they’ll come out awesome 😉