May 20: Blue plate not-so-special

You probably haven’t been able to sleep, waiting to hear about my new license plates. So sorry. I finally went by and picked them up today. Drum roll, please…

The letters are DUC.

I shouldn’t complain, but, y’know, meh. I mean, D-U-C. How much boringer could that be? And again I say: meh.

Oh, geez! That’s what I want! MEH! As in M-E-H! As in even better than KMA or OMB. Dangit, dangit, dangit. I hate the DMV or DOT or FBI or whatever government agency is responsible for my stoopid license plate letters.

So there it is. And now you can get a good night’s rest. I’m off to pout a little while longer but you go right ahead and continue on with your merry day, you person with a cooler license plate than me.

May 14: 3 numbers, 3 letters

The license plates for the new car are in. Y’know that nervous feeling you get right before you see them? The incapacitating fear that the arrangement of letters will suddenly make your car appear to have personalized plates therefore making it hugely embarrassing to drive because why would anyone choose THAT for a personalized plate? These are just some letter combinations I hope have not been assigned to me:

PMS
ZIT
FRT
FAT
VAG
VJJ

Truthfully, I’m crossing my fingers for KMA, though OMG or OMB (Oh My Buddha) would make me giggle with glee. I’m going to the dealership tomorrow to pick up the oh-so-mysterious plates. I shall keep you informed.