September brings not only my birthday, but…*menacing music*…vehicle inspections. And, even though my husband’s birthday isn’t in September, we moved his truck to my birth date to keep it from being in the same month as his professional license renewals and the beginning of Christmas shopping.
That means it’s nail-biting time. Time to offer up sacrifices to the automotive deities. Please, just let both of them get inspection stickers and I promise I’ll buy new tires for the car before snow flies and blah blah blah… The truck’s getting a new exhaust as I type.
I’m not a car person, really. I don’t care what it is or what it looks like as long as it gets me from point A to point B without having to make payments, but I regret not having a note on a shiny new car when it’s September inspection time.
Then $500 or so to register them. Fun stuff!