Otherwise known as, the DMV. This place is the greatest place on earth! I got to spend a day there last Thursday to license Eric's new truck. First, you get in a line (45 minutes) to get a number. The people at the counter then tell you that your car needs to be smogged. (This was supposed to be done by the dealership before they sell you a vehicle). Just my luck. She tells me I need to get a permit to drive the truck because my 30 days to register my vehicle has expired. I am at the DMV on February 25 and that is what the little tag the dealership put on says for the expiration. Come to find out, January had 31 days so it really expired on the 24th. Next, I wait for my number to be called so I can get a 24 hour permit to get the truck smogged. I get my permit 30 minutes later and while the lady is finishing up charging my debit card the security guard comes in and tells everyone that they are towing along American Pacific (the street I parked along because the parking lot was plum full). I tell the DMV worker "I'm outta here" and head for the door. I get out and see a rush of people running. You would've thought immigration just showed up. I decide I better run (in my flip flops) and start booking it. A lady is telling people to jump in the back of her truck and she will take us to our cars. I just keep running, as fast as I've ever run and nearly pee my pants. All the while, I am laughing. Such a funny scene. I was one of the lucky ones. Mine was still there.
I go get Eric's truck from him at work because we didn't think I'd need it. I go get it smogged. Now it's time to pick Boston up from preschool. We stop at Panda Express and get him lunch and just decide to park there and walk across the street to the DMV. I also stopped by the house to get a bag full of goodies to keep Boston busy. Thank goodness. You don't want to come unprepared to the DMV. I get there at noon and my number is finally called at 2 pm. I sit down to the lady and she tells me she can't give me a credit for Eric's old registration because it is in my name. Okay. Then I tell her that shouldn't affect anything. I can tell she's frazzled. She apologizes and tells me she's had a hard day and that working at the DMV is very hard - kids crying all day long! Really... I didn't feel too sorry for her.
Needless to say, it was a unique day in my mundane life. The moral is, avoid the DMV in any way possible.
Although there are only 3 seat belts in the back, there is enough room for all of them to be comfortable. They love dad's truck.
Here is "Betsy" as Eric called her. She lasted 7 years with 170,000+ miles and probably could've given more but was getting more and more expensive to fix. Eric really was sad. He is still not sure he needs the truck - says it's too big. Too big for who? I can't wait to take the canopy off because it looks fuddy duddy. Every truck I see with a canopy has a little old grandpa behind the wheel driving like he has no where to be. Imagine that. No where to be.
Today was spirit day at school and the theme was Moustache's. We totally forgot about it until drop off. Luckily, I just happened to have some eye liner in my purse so Kennedy grabbed it and fixed Leighton up while running to make the bell but Jackson had already taken off. Jackson informed me at pick up that he snuck a marker and went into the bathroom and created this masterpiece. Wow! I was in awe and couldn't help but laugh. He was so proud of it. 
