Guess what came in the mail today?
A reminder card of my next dental appointment. If you have any reason for hiring a hit man to take me out – I’d love for you to arrange that to happen before the, oh, let’s see, September 19th, the card says. Wait. Maybe just save your money because chances are good I won’t make it out of the DDS’s office alive. Sigh.
My new license plates! Which means two things, 1- I am done car shopping, and 2 – I’m stuck with what I got. The plates are making me happy though because we scored a word! Instead of random letters, we will be driving the car ending in OAK. I love having a word. It’s like the license plate gods are smiling on me.
My master’s degree. Remember how my hubs refused to believe I graduated until I had the paper proof? I have it. So now, he’s insisting the kids call me “master mommy.” Hmm. Not really how I imagined that would go. But still. I have the piece of paper. The paper that is a symbol for gobs of work, that means I know a thing or two, that breaks glass ceilings, etc. Shame I don’t have that fancy office to hang it in. But this is good too.
All in all, a pretty goodish mail day.