We have made it through another weekend of expired tags! Monday morning, I had everything to remedy the problem. The paper containing Troy's signature in hand, the children and I headed into our new hangout to finally complete the dreaded task! As we are hopping out of the van, Ethan wanted to know where the "wittle wady is." Dear child, I am sure she had the privilege of completing every transaction in one day not weeks!

Hold it!! New "snag" in this situation ~ my name is not on the title. Troy and I decided it was in our best interest to include it in case anything happened to him. The lady at the front desk tells me that Troy also has to sign the back of the title if I am to be included. I was kind and restrained the "You've got to be kidding me" withering look that was ready to appear on my face. I plopped down and decided to call Troy to see if it is worth trying to get my name on it. Within thirty seconds of being seated, Ethan has already started producing chuckles from the man directly across from us. Second thought. . .maybe I was producing the laughs. . . Well, Troy says my name should be on it, so I leave; the dreaded task still undone. . .

At home this evening, Troy and I have scoured the back of the title and did not find any such "spot" for his name. So, Tuesday morning will again find us winding our way to the SCDMV.