Although we've had our white Honda Gold Wing since last December, we had never gone to the license bureau and had it transferred to our names, and gotten a license. We were driving it around with Cliff's cousin's tags. Of course, with the bitter winter we've had, our rides have been few and far between.
Cliff got it inspected Saturday while I was in Dallas, and today we went to pay the taxes and get a legal license plate. Since we'd been in Kansas City, North, paying for our mobile home (yes, it's ours, even though it won't be here for awhile) we came home by way of Richmond. There's a license bureau in the Orschlen store over there. Orscheln's is a place where you can buy cattle feed, garden seeds, horse tack, baby chicks... in other words, all things country.
I was happy to see we had walked in during Peanut Days. You help yourself to peanuts and let the shells fall on the floor. There's something delightful about being able to do that.
Help yourself, they're free! When our kids were small, we loaded up our pockets during Peanut Days. I know, how tacky. It's just that I go crazy at the word "free".
Peanut shells all over the floor. It makes me feel like a true free spirit!
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