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Wordful Wednesday - Late, As Usual

Today I pulled in to the school drop off area 10 minutes late and stopped behind a white Suburban.  While my son gave me all the last minute details that he just HAD to tell me before going into the school, I glanced at the license plate in front of me.

This was a woman I wanted to be friends with.

She came out of the school looking harried and hurried and I told her how much I loved her plates. A cloud passed over her eyes as she told me her husband gave them to her. She's still trying to figure out how to fit "micromanager" in 7 letters onto HIS plates.

I really want to be her best friend.

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  1. Kristina P.June 1, 2011 at 11:24 AM

    Hey, at least she owns it!

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  2. M-CatJune 1, 2011 at 12:28 PM

    I love her. I don't even know her but I love her!

    Except for the BYU reference...

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  3. Mrs BJune 2, 2011 at 1:21 PM

    I'm with you. I would be fast friends with that lady if I met her. I L.O.V.E. the response she gave you.

    Found you through the award post at Empty Nest. Congrats! Newly following too.

    ~Mrs B

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  4. AnonymousJune 3, 2011 at 3:10 PM

    mcromgr

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  5. GinaJune 4, 2011 at 12:22 AM

    Very funny plates but only if you choose them for yourself. If given to me by my hubby on the wrong day of the month it might be grounds for divorce!!!

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  6. ElizabethJune 15, 2011 at 11:06 AM

    Pretty neat....it is a great license plate.

    She must be fun. Hope you become friends.

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