Tomorrow, I am going to go to the New Mexico Motor Vehicles Department to make my SIXTH and, I might add, final, attempt to register Molly the Malibu car in the state of New Mexico. Yes, that's right. I have lived here for going on three years and I have never registered my car here. This is due to many things, among them, my own laziness. But for the last six months, I have been making every attempt to get the job done. However, thanks to a debacle involving MVD, my car title, and the bank that held the title to my car until I paid it off in April, this has not happened. At one point, I was actually on the phone with an MVD employee who informed me that my bank mailed my title to MVD in New Mexico TWICE this summer, when the whole time, it should have gone to me, because I PAID FOR THE CAR! I have thus far restrained myself from physically reaching across the counter and choking someone, but when I walk in there tomorrow with my title, and my marriage license, and my social security card, and my little piece of paper proving that my car does not cause too much pollution, and my drivers license and my blood type and a piece of paper entitling MVD to my as-yet non existent first born child, if they do not give me a tag for my car, someone is going to get HURT. I will keep y'all posted.