Mass Plates

OK, I just got off the phone with Kelli, the world's nicest auto insurance rep. She works for Amica--yes, I'm not ashamed to plug my insurance company--and has been wonderfully patient with all of RMV mishaps.

I think that I should finally get Mass plates this Thursday (knock on wood and every other cliche). If not, I really will start pulling out my hair. It's just ridiculous.

That's all I'm going to say, otherwise I'll jinx it--or just start madly raving (verses sanely raving) about government bureaucracy.