I drove from work to the grocery store to pick up some good bread to go with the great Austrian soup we were having for dinner (Janet, I was thrown into another episode of bliss, homesickness, and fond memories, thank you!!!!) when I saw yet another license plate that made me seriously wish I had waited to post my last blog.
Hell no. HELL No. Please tell me someone didn't do that to herself, or worse, that her spouse didn't do it to her.