I am not unflappable.

Two days ago we bought a 2002 Chevy Astro van.
Vanilla, Rus calls it, because it is functional as opposed to luxurious.
It can hold eight people, or five people and four bicycles, or two people and two motorcycles, all with a pop-up trailer following faithfully behind. In its downtime it can take Rus and his carpool buddies to work in style.
Yesterday Rus had me drive it to a meeting at the Church ("Try it out!"). My meeting was at 8pm. I probably passed eight cop cars on the way to the church, only 5 (?) miles away. On the way home I passed one cop. He pulled me over and told me in no uncertain terms that I was not to drive the van until it was registered, no matter the bill of sale and faxed copy of insurance that I waved under his nose. He told me what a nice guy he was for not towing me on the spot and rewarding me several tickets. I left trying not to cry. I got home and lashed out on Rus for letting me do something so stupid.
Then I noticed Polly (our rabbit), was in the crockpot with some carrots and onions.
Visions of a dead limp Polly and blood everywhere made me upset (tears, tears, dumb tears) and again Rus got the brunt of it.
He took Colonel on a walk, I went to bed.

Today I tried to get the van registered. Several times. I went to the MVD first thing, kids in tow with only 45 minutes to get the deed done. Forty minutes later it was my turn. I presented all the necessary goods and then happened to notice the sign:
"Debit/Credit NOT Accepted. Checks Only."
I gathered my things (which did not include a checkbook) and left.
Unregistered.
In the Felon Van.
I spent the next 2 1/2 hours helping with different things at the school.
I returned to the MVD.
Computers Down, they told me. I waited two minutes and decided to go to the ASAP MVD. I got there and was told that they couldn't give me my motorcycle endorsement like I also needed/wanted. (Rus and I were going to go for a ride tonight on a date. His birthday date. Like my gift to him was having my endorsement and being ready to ride.) Then the guy proceeded to ignore me long enough that I noticed the sign that said,
"24.95 per Transaction"
Bloodsuckers leaching off the horribleness of the MVD system.
I left.
And went back to the regular MVD, praying for system renewal and overall reversal of the crappy situation. I simultaneously dared any cop within a 100 miles to pull me over.
The computer was still down.
I waited for 15 minutes, exchanging MVD unpleasantries with my few fellow faithful stragglers.
I left a complete and utter failure.
In the Felon Van.

I got home later and noticed the tags on my other van.
APR 10

Better replace those, huh?

Then Colonel did this.I ate too much sopapilla cheesecake pie to feel better.It was oh so good, but didn't help.

I am SO not unflappable.