Winston Churchill is said to have defined the history of humanity as "one damn thing after another". Lately, I've felt that A WHOLE LOT of humanity has been happening at my house. Hence, the absence from the blog list these past few weeks.
But of all the things that have gone down -- ear tube/adenoid surgery for the younger daughter, jaw surgery for the older daughter, projectile emissions from both ends of the cat that have resulted in astronomical vet bills -- the one thing that really left me irritated was the dastardly deed that befell The Spouse. No one was hurt, but property was taken.
Was it something of personal importance to us? Not really.
Was it something of great value? Not really.
Was it irreplaceable? No.
Somebody stole the registration sticker from our license plate! Ripped it right off. Who thinks of something like that?
I was using The Spouse's car because the lingering smell of spilt gasoline in my mini-van was making me gag. (Oh yeah, I failed to mention earlier the fuel spill from a new snowblower that happened in my car and that we eventually had to have professionally cleaned.) I was putting groceries into the trunk and just happened to notice that the registration sticker said "05". I thought that was strange, and then it dawned on me that someone had stolen the sticker. Who knows how long it had been missing.
Rather than making the trek to the Waukesha DMV, I went to the closest vehicle emission testing place to see if I could get the sticker replaced. I got a new sticker there free of charge, after showing them my current certificate of registration.
The clerk who was helping me gave me this advice, which I'll share with you.
Scrape off all the old stickers. Clean (as best you can) the area where you are going to put the sticker. Then, once the sticker is in place, take a razor blade and score the sticker. Although scoring doesn't prevent a thief from trying to take the sticker off in the first place, it causes the sticker to come off in pieces and makes it difficult for the thief to remove and re-use it.
I know it was a little thing, but it was just one of those "You have got to be kidding me" type moments.
