What a fucking pain it's been. 

Last week I realized my car needed an inspection sticker by the end of the month, but I figured no big deal because today I was taking a half at work so we can head to Maine earlier than normal. But the deadline for the project I'm on is suddenly written in stone, and it's a bitch of project; 600+ pages, almost 300 figs and like 300 equations. Mutehrfucker.

So there's a chance I'll have to work all day today. Which means I can't get a sticker until tomorrow and then it's not so worth it go head up to Maine. I go to the garage this morning instead. I figure I might get the sticker first and see if I can hit my deadline. Because we can head up to Maine late tonight if necessary (it's Apple Pickin' season). 

Nothing ever goes smoothly. Waiting for the mechanic, I can't find the car's registration. I tear the glove apart and nothing. Under the seats, I find no less than 8 bottles of half drunk water, a full Coke. A bajillion receipts. A plastic bag with some trash, including a big Chunky candy bar still in it's wrapper (which later turned out to be not only misshapen by the heat, but white and fuzzy to some degree). 

But no registration. 

I'm almost to panic mode, because just what the fuck happened to it? 

Continuing my Blame Everyone But Me (BEBM) -- modeled after the Bush Administration -- I blame Sears. They were the last one's to have my car and I figure they must have checked the registration (and pawed thru the car as a whole) while putting tires on it. And then, either for fun or by accident, failed to replace it.

So now I'm out the registration. I do catch a break in that the garage will still do the inspection; they can run it through some system they have to verify the car (after all, it's not like I stole the car and now want an inspection sticker). I hit the deadline at work and swing my my insurance company for a form to replace the registration card on my way home.

Technically, I should be okay until Monday when I can get to the RMV to get it replaced. I haven't been pulled over since I was 19, I think. But with my luck I'll not only hit a speed trap, I crash right into the cruiser. 

Oh, and I almost forgot, today I realized that Tine's car's sticker doesn't expire in October like I thought. 

It's expired in August.