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eftychia at 05:34pm on 2004-01-16I failed to get back to sleep earlier. Being sleep-deprived I also had no sense of time and failed to get out of the house early enough to make it to MVA before they closed at 16:30 ... I had thought they closed at 17:00 or 17:30 ... Oh well, it'd probably be better to show up in the morning instead of right at closing, especially since I'm not sure whether they're going to cope with the letter explaining that the uncle who signed the title is the executor of the estate of the uncle whose name is on the title, in a straightforward matter or a PITA manner.
I'm going to try again to get some sleep.
I just learned a new word (from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
vamp_ire):
"Actually, [dommie] is usually a word used for a female ageplay dominant. It is a cross between Dom and Mommy."(Though that's apparently not how the person
blackthornglade
was complaining about was using it.)
Okay, I get that cats are supposed to be cute (Note to
theferrett: not to the exclusion of other critters.
I find it easy to recognize the
adorability of ferrets as well as kittens), but dammit, when
Perrine gets into that "ready to either settle or pounce"
position on the stairs with a "looking for mischief" look on
her face, or when she peers through the bannister to see what
I'm doing on the floor below, my brain goes all melty. Melty in
a ridiculous, "oh grow up already", glad-nobody's-watching, sappy
way. Melty brain and this warm feeling that is not heartburn in
the middle of my chest. It's beyond cute (though it may just be
that she's got her claws hooked in my soul). And one of these
days I swear I'm going to catch her on film leaping not merely
gracefully, but downright dance-like, across that funky dip at the
top of the back staircase.
But I was still annoyed with Perrine when I couldn't find my Prilosec this morning. I correctly guessed what had happened to it (she'd knocked it off the table) but it took me a while to figure out where it had gone.
A funny thing happened earlier. I was on Fulton Ave. and heard a siren. Seeing flashing lights somewhere behind me, I pulled aside to let what turned out to be an ambulance zoom past ... And so did every other car in that block! It's so cool to not be the only one for a change!
I had threetwo other things I wanted to jot down
before I toddle napwards, but there's more sleep in my head than
words at the moment, so I'd better stop here.
(no subject)
From your description, I can't tell whether or not the letter you have is an official document. If this letter is an original, notarized letter of administration naming the the uncle who signed the title as the executor (administrator) of the estate of the uncle whose name is on the title, then it should be straightforward. Otherwise, you need to obtain a copy of this letter before you head over to MVA.
You've probably already looked at this, but just in case:
MVA - You've inherited a vehicle
According to this site, in addition to the signed title and the letter of administration, you need the administrator's full name and address.
It's beyond cute (though it may just be that she's got her claws hooked in my soul)
Yes, kitties will do that to you! How do they get so cute? They must practice!
P.
Purina (Snarl. BAD company) has a really cute commercial with a cat that might be even cuter, though. For an Indoor cat formula. Hungh. Have to take a look and read over the ingredient list. And plant some grass.