Now that's getting cooler in the Hobbit Hole, Dylan has decided that he is, in fact, a lap kitty. This makes for an interesting time because I have a cello player's lap which is not conductive for lap kitties. So he continues to jump up, purr to pretend everything is all right, then get fed up, jump down and bite at my feet. We've been going through this all day. It's really a boring story and I'm getting little bite marks on my socks.
While driving into Boulder this morning, I realized I'm highly disturbed by personalized license plates. I was following something like "IAM23" and I figured out that it's mostly disturbing because the messages are never clever. Then something like "BUFFFAN90" drove by. That might be interesting at first glance, thinking that someone is fond of nudity, but alas. The Buffaloes are a football team. Not a clever license plate even if BuffFan 1-89 was already taken.
It's a problem in multiple states and I have no solution for this. Perhaps something honest like "$$WASTER" or "NTCR8TVE" would be nice. Maybe there are good personalized plates out there and I've just not seen them yet. I'll keep hoping.
Moral of today's story: string cheese really is squished together mozzerella. Really.
An Erinku:
you circle
parking lot
you won't get
a better spot.
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