Well, just for a minute, then. I did take the step yesterday of adding my name to the rolls of the Certifiably Insane, also known as NaNoWriMo Participants–and even went so far as to publicly admit to my foolishness with a participant-badge on the side of my blog. [def. NaNoWriMo Participant: (n.) crazy-ass writer who thinks she can finish a 55,000-word novel during November.] That said, I sense there will be plenty of NaNoWriMo buzz in Blogland without me adding my own manure-pile of it, so I’m resolved to stay mum on the topic till it’s over. Tune in after Nov 30 for a recap if I’m still capable of coherent thought. (Or maybe by then I will have stabbed myself in the eye with a pencil. Wait, I don’t OWN a pencil. Damn the inconveniences of iPad-dependency!)

Today’s REAL topic? “Vanity plates.” (Hmm, there may be a subtle subliminal segue somewhere in there…) We’ve been having fun “collecting” personalized license plates this week, so I’ll share the favorites. I’ve mostly ignored the plates of people’s names–personalized, yes, but not so entertaining. (I plead guilty on this one; our plates say KANAGRL. Of course, the back of my husband’s neck also says “Kana Girl”–evidently I have a compulsion for labeling things that belong to me…)