Just the other day, Erik and I were driving somewhere in our little town and I half muttered, half exclaimed, “Can you believe we moved to Wisconsin?!”
Sometimes I pinch myself. It’s just so weird.
I live in Wisconsin. Not Minnesota; Not Colorado–but Wisconsin.
And here’s the official proof. It just happened to arrive that same afternoon ….
WHAT?! You mean I don’t get to keep my wonderfully-different-than-everyone-else’s green plates with the profile of mountains on them? Seriously? I have to have dairyland plates?
Well, at least now I’ll no longer get dirty looks on the interstate.
I’m not longer an out-of-towner–I’m a Wisconsinite.