Yesterday, the most horribly sad event took place........I had to put Idaho plates on the truck.
That's right, Chuck (my truck) is no longer a resident of Washington. He painfully wears the Red, White, and Blue "Scenic Idaho" plates.
No...I didn't cry, because I'm a man. But this sure didn't keep me from eating my feelings. After all, my relationship with the truck will never be the same. I only assume that's it's as embarrassing for him as it is for me. I feel like the mother that forced Cosby to wear those sweaters. Or the dog owner that groomed their poodle to look like the prized bonsai in an acupuncturist's office.
But never fear...I anticipate that this is only a temporary pain we plan to never live in Idaho after graduation. So Chuck, it's only a matter time my friend. Soon you will be free of these oppressive plates and things can go back to the way it was. But for now...please forgive me.
We are now accepting donations for the "Mend Chuck's Broken Heart" fund.
All forms of currency are gladly accepted.
Please, Don't let this Ranger be in Danger.
Thank you.
