On Thursday, we're going to the Department of Motor Vehicles to pick up handicapped tags for the car.
I can't quite wrap my brain around this.
Sure, having these tags will make running errands with Robb a lot easier, but I'm unable to define Robb this way. To me, he's a really cute guy, who happens to walk rather slowly at the moment. But I guess they don't give you special parking tags for that at the DMV.
And really, if all the prime parking spots were reserved for cute guys, it would be a horribly unfair world!