What’s in a Sticker
I’ve never been one for sticking things on my car. I don’t care for people to know that I’m a ‘bitch’, a ‘blonde’ (both of which can be true at times), or that my horn is broken and you should look for my finger. I have only had one sticker on my car, representing the University that I loved. That’s it. Nothing professing my political beliefs, or my religious convictions. Nothing funny or clever.
Until 3 days ago. My husband put, as a surprise, a new sticker on my back window. I cannot believe the pride I feel every time I look in the rearview mirror. I couldn’t be more proud.
Although it does mean I’ll probably get pulled over more now. :-)
