Pi is still higher than the interest rates the banks are giving.
The coffee pot had a melt down this morning. As a consequence I had to replace it. That cost was higher than Pi, and dog food, which I casually picked up along with the coffee pot sent the bill higher than the truck registration.
All of which exceeded Pi. Or several multiples of Pi.
(Sorry about that)
The lady at the vehicle registration office at the Court House acted somewhat put out with me.
She asked for my proof of insurance and I’d forgotten it. She suggested that it might be in the glove box, so I went back to the truck, reached through the window and grabbed the registration envelope above the visor and took it to her.
It was from 2006.
That wouldn’t do, so we had the insurance company FAX a proof of insurance and I paid my dues.
That didn’t satisfy me. I wondered where that stuff got too. So when I got back to the truck I pawed through the glove box and center counsel. I found twelve years worth of registrations and proof of insurances.
No. No, I didn’t look through them any further. I pitched them all but this years.
Um. I think.
From the reaches,