RMV

So, I discovered on Saturday that the whole month of May had slipped by all the while knowing I had to get my car inspected in 'month 5'.  Oops.  So I scurried home on Sunday hoping I wouldn't get caught and have to pay the $50 fine, made it, and then on Monday asked TY if he could get the car inspected asap since he was going out anyway.   And I hate getting yelled at by the gas station guys.

Half an hour later I get a call from him wanting to know where the registration is.  Seems all I have in the car are the ones from '04 and '06 which have sort of expired.  Then, after digging through files of yet more obsolete paperwork I found my application for the registration complete with transaction codes and times so I got the new inspection on the strength of that and the license plate sticker which was up to date.

So, this morning I applied for a duplicate registration on-line, but it wouldn't take my information because it seems the car is registered to TY, not to me.  Then I got that straightened out, but needed to track him down to get his driver's license number because the plate # and the  VIN number and the credit card number weren't sufficient.  Got the driver's license number from him finally, but then ran into credit card issues-  I was putting down my name as the card holder but they wanted a card from him, even though it's the same friggin' card.  Finally I got it submitted after having to play a game of mental chess with them-  why isn't anything easy?  Oh I remember now, because I am stupid.

So I just got confirmation it is OK BUT I AM NOT ALLOWED TO DRIVE THE VEHICLE (pronounced vee-hickle) until the registration arrives or I get a written confirmation that I paid the fee.  

Now, you can take away my house, take away my kids (please!), take away my beloved dog, but do not mess with my vee-hickle.  I am printing off the email telling me it worked and hope that's sufficient for Officer Judy who is probably waiting out by my garage door for me to make the first move.

In other news, last night I heard from the Lebanese exchange student from 46 years ago.  He used to take my bus.  Everybody is looking for a reunion, but nobody wants to go to (aaackkk) Buffalo to do it.  Seventeen years was more than enough and I am not even counting all the return trips I did-  like this one:

                                                Yup, that's right, chicken wing soup.

And this one:

                                                       The Bills Stadium

And this one:

                                        Orchard park Central High, my rear view mirror.

It's been two years since I was there, cannot think of a single reason to ever go back.  Indeed I want to see it all 'in my rear view mirror'.