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A Not So Fun Adventur!
Jan. 18th, 2012 09:44 pmYesterday was an adventure, and not in a good way. Palmer and I had decided to start having Goblin professionally groomed, simply because he was starting to mat on his lower belly, and the fur on the back of his rear legs was getting crap (literally) caught in it. So yesterday I drove Palmer to work, so that I could use his car to take Goblin in for grooming. I get Goblin there just fine, and the sanitary grooming only takes 10 minutes. On the drive back to our apartment, I notice a police officer driving behind me, but don't think much of it. After all, I am going the speed limit, and since its raining I have my lights on. No worries, yeah? Oh no. Lights go on, and I pull over. The officer comes up to the car, and asks if I know that I'm driving on expired tags.
Uhhhh, no?! Oh yes. Apparently Palmer's tags expired back in September, and he hadn't known. Why hadn't he known? Because apparently changing your address with USPS doesn't mean that the Motor Vehicle Association registers that change. So all the notifications of tag expiry went to Palmer's FORMER residence. Rock. Anyhow, the officer was actually quite nice, and I think saw that from my panicked reaction (not to mention searching frantically for Palmer's registration) convinced him that I was truly unaware of the expired tags. So he let me off with a warning, and actually told me how to renew tags online. So. Alls well that ends well. Though it is ridiculous that Palmer has been driving his car for 4 months with the expired tags and not gotten pulled over, and I drive it for one day and get flagged down by a cop. Sigh.
My poor, poor triceps were tight and sore all yesterday, and through much of today. However, I sucked it up, and got back on the weight machines. This time, though I did more machines, I did much lighter weights, and I think that is the way to go. My arms are still sore, but there was no jelly feeling after my workout today.
Classes started yesterday, and I've gotten one class's reading done already. The second class has SIX CHAPTERS of reading, so I guess I'll get a start on that tomorrow. Joy.
Tomorrow is also my hair dye appointment. I'm wondering if she's actually going to do anything drastic, considering that my stylist barely took anything off last time. I have the sneaking suspicion that they want me available for the spring workshop, which means keeping me basic. Well, whatever. Free is free.
I think that's about it!
Uhhhh, no?! Oh yes. Apparently Palmer's tags expired back in September, and he hadn't known. Why hadn't he known? Because apparently changing your address with USPS doesn't mean that the Motor Vehicle Association registers that change. So all the notifications of tag expiry went to Palmer's FORMER residence. Rock. Anyhow, the officer was actually quite nice, and I think saw that from my panicked reaction (not to mention searching frantically for Palmer's registration) convinced him that I was truly unaware of the expired tags. So he let me off with a warning, and actually told me how to renew tags online. So. Alls well that ends well. Though it is ridiculous that Palmer has been driving his car for 4 months with the expired tags and not gotten pulled over, and I drive it for one day and get flagged down by a cop. Sigh.
My poor, poor triceps were tight and sore all yesterday, and through much of today. However, I sucked it up, and got back on the weight machines. This time, though I did more machines, I did much lighter weights, and I think that is the way to go. My arms are still sore, but there was no jelly feeling after my workout today.
Classes started yesterday, and I've gotten one class's reading done already. The second class has SIX CHAPTERS of reading, so I guess I'll get a start on that tomorrow. Joy.
Tomorrow is also my hair dye appointment. I'm wondering if she's actually going to do anything drastic, considering that my stylist barely took anything off last time. I have the sneaking suspicion that they want me available for the spring workshop, which means keeping me basic. Well, whatever. Free is free.
I think that's about it!
