So. I'd be lying if I said that living in NC hasn't been an experience.

Have you ever had that experience where you don't notice one thing much at all, but all of a sudden it's in your face, EVERYWHERE? And you can't get away from it, no matter how hard you try?

It's like that with the vanity plates, here, y'all.

EVRYWHRE.

And they're not even witty, or clever, or mildy amusing. They just ARE.

Like "GINABINA", for example. Ummm, okay, my nickname's FIFI LARUE (and if you ever fucking call me that or tell anyone I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU. PERIOD. Especially if you divulge this to The Incredible Sulk or The Dude.), but I don't have it on a license plate. That's just fucking stupid.

How about "WTRUDOIN". Ummm, not going out with you. I'm married, but even if I weren't? Not a fucking chance. If you have to put your pick up line on your license? ::sucking teeth:: I have no words for you.

"KIDS = 0"? Dh said that would only be cool on the back of an EXPENSIVE car. Unfortunately, your junky GEO ain't sayin' shit.

And, Vanity Plates don't even have to be in English anymore! I guess that's just a passing fancy. "KRUPAL" - brand me ignorant (which should come as no surprise to my MASSIVE readership), I looked and looked, but have no idea what that means.

And, "MARYSCAR". Yes honey, I know it's your fucking car. You're driving it, aren't you? Let me break your right tail light so it's easier for you to identify. That's me! RT! All please! All the time!

Don't you just want to invite me over for dinner?

It's like driving around in Hooked On Phonics.

Pheh, not to worry, karma embracers, the bitchy (which should also come as no surprise to my MASSIVE readership. Of 3.) shall inherit the behavioral problems. I'm up to my ass in them. Literally.