When my kids where younger, and we went on long car rides to see great grandparents, for entertainment we played "licence plates" a game common to US. The object is to find as many different states as possible (zipping by on the highways)
Since I was driving, and this was a lonely stretch of high way, we too, where zipping–Interstate 91 going north in Vermont was famous for not enforcing the speed limit–and I would find my speed increasing and increasing, until I maxed out my engine (a slant 6 with 3 forward gears, no overdrive) at 85 mph.
I offered bonus points for vanity plates. One very slow trip–no one but native Vermonters on the road we made up our choices for vanity plates. Of troy was a natural– it give my name, and doesn't.
I like to say I have the face that sank a 1000 ship–but the truth is,
I have blonde hair, that falls in waves, about half way down my back, blue eyes, fair skin– I keep my nails long, and polished...
and if I dieted from now to the end of my life, I might get to be zaftig...
And I would still have the pug nose, and the "rosy cheeks"–that are not quite of as res as W. C. Fields nose, but getting there–
you know what they say, on the internet, no one knows you're a dog!
