When we moved to Florida, we had to get new license plates.
In New York, you need a license plate on the front and back of your car. In Florida, only the back. Which left us with two big holes on the front of the minivan.
Rick: “What should we do about the two big holes on the front of the minivan?”
Me: “I know! Let’s put a big Phillies’ plate on our car!!”
What I meant: I so do not want a Phillies’ plate on our car because it’s really my car and it’s humiliating enough to drive around town in a flashy gold minivan without some gigantic dedication to a sports team. I’m sure we both remember that ridiculous Phillies’ magnet that once graced our vehicle and let’s not repeat that kind of madness.
What Rick thought I meant: Go buy a Phillies’ plate! Quickly! Before they run out!!
So I walked out of my house one morning and saw this on my car…
Yup. Let me give you a closer look…
Wow. That sucker is shiny.
Well, I hope Rick enjoys what I put on the front of his car.
(It’s good to have a few One Direction calendars lying around the house.)
mama bird notes:
–The winners of the ARTtwo50 $100 gift certificates are Liza Petrone and Anna Whiston-Donaldson. Congrats ladies! Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org to collect your winnings!
–I just did a big review on baby bibs. Want to know the best and the worst ones out there? Click on Alpha Mom to read my post.
–Finally, I was recently part of a discussion on baby names on Huffington Post Live. Here’s the link.