Its the Final Countdown

Holy crap, am I ever nervous. I'm inventing things in my head that could go dreadfully awry, "borrowing trouble", as it were.

I called and left a message this morning reminding them that I need:

1. A letter explaining that this transaction is an exchange, and that taxes were paid on the original scooter in 2004.
2. A Safety Certificate
3. A rear rack installed on the scooter, as previously discussed.

I know it was a pain in the ass move, but at this point, I don' t care if I am being a pain in the ass. Its about time someone else's ass hurt, cause this whole situation has been a huge pain in my ass, and I'm done with it.

I'm going to stop talking about asses now. (boooo)

You may well wonder, "What will Tab's existence become, once she has her scooter"? What annoying facet of life will sparkle and catch her magpie-eye? Oh. There's the tricky bit. It's like Inigo Montoya (you killed my father, prepare to die) after he'd killed the man with 6 fingers on his left hand... once he'd fulfilled his life mission to kill this man, what was left?

Well, it's implied that he went on to become the new Dread Pirate Roberts.

What's my point?

I've forgotten.

But the Princess Bride was a really good movie.

And I've still got butterflies in my stomach. I'm still not sure if it's nerves or excitement.