Our
car officially became an Idahoan today. Kels cried. It got so bad that
when I went out to put the new plates on Kels was marching around the
parking lot holding signs that said, "Just Say No To Famous Potatoes."
Bost even got in on the action by tying himself to the back bumper of
the car and singing Songs of Freedom, but it was too late- we now have
Famous Potatoes.
As
if through a magical transformation, though, the second the Famous
Potatoes were put on the car, we started driving like Idaho drivers-- at
turtle pace.
I
also now have a strange desire to purchase a freakishly large truck,
jack it up on a huge lift kit, get an over-sized muffler that ensures
I'll be heard in the next county, and put Tap Out stickers on the back
windows, then drive around town peeling out after every red light and
stop sign leaving a black exhaust cloud large enough kill a rain forest
and cause lung cancer.
Or just buy a tractor.
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