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So a few weeks ago I was so excited to get my new CJSTUF license tags in the mail! As a responsible citizen, I put the new tags on my car and went about my life.


Today, between work and errands, I was driving around town. I made a few stops here and there. It was only when I got home that I noticed the back tag on my car was MISSING. Gone. Vanished.


I can guarantee that the tag did not fall off. These tags were screwed on TIGHT (plus the back tag had a vanity frame around it). I retraced my steps and seem to remember that I saw the tag on my car when I came out from giving platelets today. My next (and final) stop was downtown near MCV. I was parked in the lot at the Valentine Museum for about 30 minutes. Then I headed home. 


I called the Ashland PD to file a report and they sent an officer over to the house. On a funny note, when my mom commented on the fact that he pulled up in an unmarked car, the officer remarked, "Well, I'm here for the bachelorette party. Are you the bride?" Too funny. I love a cop with a sense of humor.


The bad news is that because we had to file a report, DMV will not re-issue a new vanity tag because it will need to be marked as "stolen" until found. This could mean that if pulled over, I could be arrested for having stolen tags. We probably don't want to tempt fate. 


But, seriously?!?! Who steals a vanity tag? In broad daylight? From a museum parking lot? And why only take one tag???? I'm very bummed, more for the sentimental value of that tag than for anything else. 


That being said, I think that somehow the Universe knew that I needed some catharsis today because as I went to type this blog post, I turned on the TV and up popped an episode of Friends. Not just any episode but one of my favorites of all time: the 100th episode where Phoebe has the triplets. This episode always makes me cry. In a good way. 




If you have any good ideas for a new license tag, let me know. I go to the DMV on Friday. 
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  1. AmyApril 21, 2011 at 7:04 AM

    I am not okay with this! What the heck?! Who would even think of such a thing?! Nonsense I tell you. Holding you in my heart a little tighter today! XOXO!

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  2. Michelle A.April 21, 2011 at 8:36 AM

    I cannot believe this!! I feel like that whole trip to the museum was cursed :( I'm so sorry this happened.

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  3. ShinyApril 27, 2011 at 9:37 PM

    Wow -- this really blows. I can understand the DMV's decision, though, and I truly hope that plate gets found soon. (I say this as someone with his own Virginia vanity tags, but obviously not as personally connected as yours are.)

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