We got the new license plate for the trailer. It came with a rubber band around it and a piece of paper with a sticker showing the month and year it expired. Great! A couple of days later the license plate with the rubber band still around it was still laying on the end of the counter – no piece of paper, no sticker. We looked all over for it. Looked on both cars for the sticker in case we had put it on one of the cars. No piece of paper, no sticker. Went back to the tax office and explained situation. They knew exactly how to take care of it (we weren’t the first ones). She asked for 6.50 (I was afraid I would have to pay another 51.00) and got another piece of paper with a sticker. But this time she pealed off the sticker and stuck it to the license plate before she handed it back to me. Smart lady.
A few minutes ago I was cleaning off the table by Darling’s chair. Picked up for trash a cookie bag, an advertisement for a cruise, an old calendar for the car club and the piece of paper with the sticker still attached. Now why didn’t I look there when I was looking? I haven’t gotten used to all this yet. Every day is like a new day.