Wednesday, May 09, 2012
See, I had like two days until my inspection ran out. Nick, he gets things done ahead of time. Me, I wait until it's down to the wire. I was actually going to get it done the week prior; I hadn't counted on having a baby already.
I haven't yet started pumping (dread, dread) so I hauled little India along with me.
It was shockingly painless. I had an appointment. I was 15 minutes late, but they were fine with it, and sent me around back. They inspected my car quickly.
Men held the door for us. People complimented my baby. Nobody commented on the fact that I was driving kind of erratically and looked like a zombie.
The guy at the desk explained why, even though I was ahead of deadline for getting my car inspected, I had gotten charged a $20 late fee when I renewed my registration online.
Wanna hear it? Because I got my car inspected late last time. Last time as in two years ago. They can't collect until you are up for renewal.
He was delighted I was taking his picture to commemorate India's first DC DMV adventure. Even though he doesn't look like it.
And then over the weekend we had a family outing to the Diner. We typically bring a couple cars for Jordan because he quickly gets bored coloring and waiting for food. This time he packed his own bag.
Behold his definition of the bare necessities: