Now, onto the good stuff. This post is a follow up to a post from a few weeks back called, "Nevada, why are you so vain?" (Hence the title...come on, sing it with me!)
I think I might be a little loopy from the paint fumes. You'll have to bear with me. You see, I decided that now would be a good time to remodel my laundry room. Perhaps I really have been going through withdrawals since I'm no longer party planning.
For the paint in the laundry room, I went with a color called "perfect taupe." But the longer I spent in that tiny room painting, the more I started thinking that if you're going to declare a color to be the perfect shade of taupe, you really ought to call it "U-taupe-ia."
Get it? Where's my 17-month old to crack up at my corny jokes when I need him...
Sleeping, that's where he is. Which is where I should be, so I'm going to stop talking and get on with the vanity license plates. I'll catch you on the flip side! And by flip side I mean tomorrow...not the afterlife. Just so we're clear.
|Spiteful wife or obedient husband?|
|Well, I suppose you do.|
|See, now some people do know how to be clever...|
|I can't think of anything classier, actually.|
|I might have believed you were British...if you weren't driving a Geo Tracker.|
|Just goes to show that no matter what regulations the Nevada DMV |
puts in place, people will still find ways to have X-rated license plates.
Photos courtesy of my good friend Dan. Thanks, Dan!