Slowly all things Oregon are being replaced, which brings my sad count up to two. I suppose for being here family and friendless that a sad count of 2 isn't too terrible for three weeks.
In my wallet now sits a Kentucky drivers license. I traded in my fat face Oregon one (I was 32 weeks pregnant with Kip when it was taken) for a mug shot of a photo, and it cost me $20. I suppose it is better than the drugged out look Paul displays on his new license...perhaps that white tank he attempted to wear,
but changed after I told him a professor shouldn't have a drivers license photo that is totally white trash, would of completed the look.
I finally turned my trusty ironman watch from Oregon to Kentucky time...it has been 3 hours slow for 3 weeks.
Now we just have to get the license plates transferred...which I am in no hurry to do. The process is not only expensive, but seems like a total headache in the making. That and having Oregon plates gives us the - they drive like idiots because they are from out of town and have no idea where they are going - advantage.
My phone still displays current weather and time in Portland, which will probably remain forever.
Perhaps someday I will find one of those "made in Oregon" sweatshirts to sport on my sad days, the perfect cozy, comfort item. I always thought those were the stupidest shirts ever...when I was an Oregon. Now I think those "gettin' lucky in Kentucky" shirts I see on people here are the stupidest shirts.
And this post is about the stupidest post ever.
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