It wasn't pretty.
We first went to the DMV (I started quivering just as soon as we pulled into the parking lot). Even the parking lot is a fiasco.
Then we got sent to the police department (to deal with the stolen license plate), and in turn got sent to the police sub-station (where we filled out the report and relinquished the remaining plate). We had to make a quick stop for lunch (Peanut doesn't much buy the "we'll have lunch just as soon as we finish these errands." When he's hungry, he's hungry NOW. And he's not afraid to let you know it.)
We had a little proof of insurance issue. (When E. was in that car accident last month, he took the insurance out of the truck for the police report and never put it back.) You'd think getting another copy of the proof of insurance would have been easy. It wasn't. But we eventually got it.) Then we went back to the DMV yet again.
We walked out of there with new license plates and his temporary handicapped parking placards.
Success!
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