It’s time to put new tabs on both my car and Gerry’s truck. When it comes to this, I am a total jinx ! I am not kidding. It started three years ago when I lost my tab some where between picking it up and the next morning when I went to stick it on. Then the next time I stuck the tab on the wrong side of my plate. This time last year Gerry was working a lot of hours so I thought I would help him out and I stuck his tab on my car. The night before last he came home and handed me my new tab and said here you go. I laughed and asked him does he not remember the last three year? That’s his job for now on. As simple as it is, he’ll have to go outside and stick on my car. I can handle a lot of so called “men’s work” around the house, I’ll take out the trash, I’ll even mow the lawn if it needs it but when it comes to those stupid tabs, I am leaving it up to him for now on. Because it was dark out, he laughed and said “I’ll do it tomorrow but you better put it in your purse just in case you get puled over in the morning”. Well, what the hell do you think happened? I looked in my purse this morning and the damn tab peeled off the paper and is stuck to my date calendar. I am so not looking forward to telling him tonight. Can’t say I didn’t worn him!  I am a tab jinx!