Today I saw a car with the ambiguous yet mightily disturbing GIRLMOM license plate.
Um.
Is that supposed to be cute? Like a young hip mom? Because for me it implies either a) I was but a child when I got knocked up and am often mistaken for my baby's sister, or b) as opposed to BOYMOM.
Neither of which is something to put on a license plate.
I took a gander at the woman in the car. She looked like any other Brentwood mom.
Then, I saw a big truckish vehicle wrapped almost entirely in tentcloth.
Weirdness on Sunset.
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