This is one badass license plate, is it not? And being on a cadillac makes it one step more badass. I love the reflection in the chrome on this shot. A perfect photo moment for me.
I wish I had more time to wait and see who came out and drove away in this baby. But maybe I was better off not seeing him; it could have been disappointing. I know… gender assumption. But seriously, do you know any women who would think of driving around with this plate? I mean, I know some pretty badass women but none of them would have this plate. Mojo? I am thinking it is a guy thing in this context.
It has finally happened. Someone has sent me the absolute best license plate ever. And who better to do it than a friend from elementary school. The idea of her running through a parking lot to get this shot while her son looked on like she was crazy does my heart good. It makes me happy to know my kids are not the only ones who think their mother is nuts.
What do you think would be the chance that I could track this person down and they would transfer these plates to me?
I hope not. I know it has been quite a while since my last post. A few of you have asked where I have been.
It seems after 3 years of consistently blogging every day, life on the other side of the keyboard got a little too acute to accommodate daily posting. It has been a hell of a few months over here. But I am happy to report things are starting to fall back into place (probably shouldn’t have put that in writing) and I am back and ready to roll on a daily posting schedule.
Here’s hoping that you have missed reading about my antics as much as I have missed posting about them.
Is it me? Tell me that no one else sees these things on a regular basis. It is uncanny how they present themselves to me; and so often in the early hours of the morning when Mel and I are walking (note her little paw in the bottom right corner of the photo).
The owner of this van was about to get into it when I stopped him and asked if I could please photograph his license plate (yes I actually asked this time). He sort of smiled sheepishly and told me that women love this. I asked who ordered it, him or his wife and he gave me a sweet little evasive smile.
I sent it to Gary. This was our conversation later in the day:
Me: Did you get my email?
Me: Funny, right?
Gary: Did you ask the guy if his wife was carrying his penis around in her pocket all day?
Gotta love my husband. Or should I say LUVMYHUSBAND.
For those not of the tribe, L’chiam means ‘to life’. A lovely phrase that I guess I never really thought all that much about. It always felt like one of those boilerplate things you would say when making a toast. Or the lyrics to a song from Fiddler on the Roof.
When I saw this car in a parking lot I got to thinking what a nice philosophy it is. To Life. A grateful sort of appreciate every moment thing.
I also thought it would be pretty rough driving this car in the deep south.
The second thought was my Woody Allen complex kicking in.
Got it? Really? What, are you sleep deprived? Look at it again.
That’s right Energy for Less.
So, what does this mean? Coffee drinker? Guy named Les buying cheap energy drinks? Speed dealer with good prices? Let’s put this baby out for a little poll. I am adding in an option to add your own ideas and I will share them later on. Or feel free to put them in the comments.