My back was really starting to kill me. Leaning in to get El Destructo into the middle car seat of my Subaru Outback was simply getting to be too much. So in late November, we did it.
We bought a mini-van.
And ever since late November we've been waiting for our new license plate to arrive.
Well, it arrived this week.
Without revealing the entire thing, this picture will do the trick:
I mean really. Really.
Out of the endless possibilities, we have been given this license plate??
I mean, aren't there plenty of proud OB/GYNs that have already snatched up GYNO on California license plates in all variations??
I'm feeling kinda ick about the whole thing.
I have nothing against GYNOs. I've used 'em. I need 'em. My main OB/GYN dude delivered all three of my babies and I actually kinda love him.
But really, I'm not that into the idea of slapping this GYNO baby on my mini-van and cruising around town. Besides the obvious reason, I'm thinking it will also be so damn easy to remember and I don't need to be easily identified when I'm breaking the law.
So what to do? I mean, your license plate is your license plate.
I've never had a feeling about my license plate before. And now I do.