Sigh....

I want to point out that it is only 9:30 in the morning and I am already ready to call it a week. I want to go home and get in my jammies and have a cup of hot tea.

I carpool with two girls from my department and we drive into work each morning- saves gas for everyone and all is good...

Except when you get rear-ended...

My beautiful 2012 Honda... rear-ended.

The good news- it seems undamaged... The bad news- one of my passengers banged her head and had blurred vision... so off to the hospital she went...

Myself and my other friend continued on to work. Not gonna lie- I am a bit sore, but I will be fine.

But the story doesn't end there, because the policeman who took the report called me to tell me that the plates on my 2012 Honda are actually listed as being on the 2004 Land Rover that I sold six months before I bought my Honda.

WHAT!?!?!

He suggested I go to BMV and straighten everything out... TODAY.

Did I mention it was ten after eight in the morning when he called?

I HATE THAT LAND ROVER! AND I DON'T EVEN OWN IT ANYMORE!

So I call BMV, the registration line, and my 2012 Honda does not appear under my social security number... Just the two cars I no longer own...

I think I am going to be sick.

And the woman is talking to me like OBVIOUSLY I did not register my car... really?

Not happy... and growing concerned, because there has to be some sort of penalty for not having your car registered properly, even if it was the BMV's mistake.

Then I remember- one of my favorite Eagle Scouts, and our old Scoutmaster, works in some capacity at the BMV.

So I call and he gets back to me and I tell him the whole story.

After confirming my 2012 is listed on my insurance, my friend tells me, from an accident standpoint I am fine, and then he asks me if I have the registration sheet they gave me when they issued the plates and the memorandum title. I am sure I have them somewhere... Where exactly I have NO IDEA, but I know I didn't throw them out because I don't throw anything out. Of course I would know where it was if I had less crap, but that is another story...

My friend will look into it and call me at lunch and tell me what I need to do.

Thank God for good friends!