Volume 6 , Issue 2

A Texan Again...

"I found my title for my truck finally. It was on top of my new day bed in the office. It was there since I moved in; yet, I didn't see it until I threw out all the trash and files I accumulated in DC. It must be something in the water down here. It would explain why it tastes so bad. It must affect the brain. I hope it doesn't affect my voting habits. I probably should have thrown all the trash away before I hauled all that crap to Texas, huh? Oh, well, at least I now have more closet space for all my clothes, shoes, and jackets. :) Anyway, I finally went down and registered my truck in Texas. You know, they write the word truck on the license plate down here. I guess it is helps the other Texas drivers tell what you're driving. After getting my tags, I went to the department of public safety to exchange my DC license for a Texas license. It will be arriving in the mail in 2-3 weeks, but they took my picture and electronically fingerprinted me. I haven't been a Texan since I was six years old in first grade at GH Whitcomb Elementry in Clear Lake City (Houston). I definitely am different than I was the last time I was here. I didn't say much - if anything at all - last time I was here. I plan to make this state better than I found it. I think I'll start by sending some good elected officials back home to DC, okay? Yeeeha! Ya'll all come down and see me some time!" -- Lone Star MWags - Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds... I ain't kidding!   |  View or Add Comments (0 Comments)   |   Receive updates ( subscribers)  |   Unsubscribe

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