I had to use our 12-foot ladder this morning to change a lamp in the parking garage. Being non-conductively made from Fiberglas®, the ladder is heavy and being 12-feet long (when carried), it's as unwieldy as a pocketful of nipples.

So.

What I normally do is Bungee cord the bitch to a rolling plastic truck and push the lot about.

The Bungee cords that I use are in my trunk.

Mounted on the rear of my trunk is my rear license plate.

Attached to my rear license plate is a month sticker and a year sticker which show the expiration date of my vehicle's registration.

While obtaining the Bungees from my trunk, I happened to glance at my rear license plate and the date stickers thereupon and noticed that they were a 5 and a 2007.

May. 2007.

This is 8 and 2007 or as I like to call it, August 2007.

My registration expired, like, three frigging months ago!

Complain all you might about Washington state but we are Internet savvy here. I was able to pay for new "tabs" as we call them here and with almost no hassle and pick them up an hour later from an independent licensing agent close to my home.

So there's another $81 on the credit card I'm trying to pay down.

What sucks the most is that I don't remember ever getting the renewal notice in the mail. I haven't driven on an expired registration since I got this car. I was doing really well with renewing before expiration. Grrrr!