Recently, I bought a new car, a really, really nice one. (Thank you, Handsome!) In doing so, I had to leave something behind--my bumper stickers. I had:
A small one from my university
One supporting our library
Colorado with the elevation
So when Handsome and I stood at the back end, looking over the car's lovely lines, I mentioned to him how he could gift me at Christmas replacement stickers. He said very, very loudly, "NO!"
"Why not?" I asked.
"You don't put bumper stickers on this car." He shook his head. "Not ever."
I crossed my arms. "But it is my car."
"No." He stomped off.
"Okay, fine," I grumbled to myself. "It's not like I would cover the whole tailgate." And I wouldn't have.
I spend time in my car and lots of time sitting at stop lights and staring at other cars rear ends. Of course, I notice bumper stickers. Some I have recently viewed are:
The peeing kid (enough already)
The cute stick figure stickers of mom, dad, kids, pets
How's my driving?
My dog is a _______________
And other colorful ones. In case you wondered, here's a thought: