Thursday, June 24, 2010

Fake it till you make it.

Just now on my way home from visiting my cousin Laney (who, by the way, grows the sweetest strawberries I've ever tasted), I decided to remove my hanging handicap pass from my rearview mirror. If I'm to get better, I need to act like I'm healthy and think like I'm healthy. So now I'll most likely be setting up a silent auction for my two handicap passes. They've still got two good months before they expire and they look quite attractive when the sunlight hits them through your windshield. They slide easily into a purse or briefcase, and they get you rock star parking no matter where you go.


Jon and Diana said...

Is that legal?

Kate said...

About as legal as it would've been to sell our belongings in the streets of Mexico City.:)

Laney said...

Thanks for the strawberry shout out. :) Good luck selling your handicap pass. All I have to do is stick with my mom and I'm all set there, so I'll let some other parking challenged soul have a go.