Registration Nightmare

I finally got my truck back. Oh, how I have missed it so. It had sat in the garage since Oct until we had $ to fix it. We basically replaced the whole engine.

When you have a new engine you need to break it in and drive it around for a while. My problem is that my registration expired in Feb. So I drove it around carefully. When I took it in for inspection it wouldn't pass. The engine wasn't ready. The shop gave me papers showing that I was working on the registration in case I got pulled over and maybe the cops would understand. As I was taking Dex to Tennis this cop had someone else pulled over and I thought he was busy he wouldn't notice. Yeah, a cop not notice, right. He caught up with me in the parking lot. Turned his little lights on to draw some attention. And he walks up to me and says, "Hey how's it go'en? Do you have an idea why I'm here?" And he asks for my licence and registration. I'm thinking ... to watch tennis? As I start to answer he is calling a tow truck. I give him my spill on what is going on and he tells me that he is going to impound my truck. Did I mention I also have Caebri. I calmly argue with him, just a little, and I asked him what I should do. It's not like I'm just refusing to take care of it. He informs me about a temporary tag you can get. I argue a little more and he cancels the tow truck. And sends me home with a ticket. That day I got my temporary tag and I'm thinking I'm good. Well that Sat we needed to use my truck to haul cement trailers for my dad. As I'm following my dad to get the cement a Sheriff pulls up behind me and I move to the other lane praying that he will pass. He stayed in his lane but stayed back. I got this bad feeling and the next thing I know he is pulling into my lane and turning his little lights on. When he walks up to my truck he says,"Hey how's it go'en? Do you have an idea why I pulled you over?"
He reminds me that my plates have expired and asks for my licence and registration.
Do you see a pattern here?
As I'm picking up my papers that are so conveniently placed next to me on my seat with the ticket I was given 2days ago. I start laughing inside and I half heartily start to apologize for my expired plates and ask if I'm ok if I have a Temp tag?

He's like, You have a temp? Well where is it? I tell him that it is in my back window where I was told to put it. The Sheriff responds with, Your windows are quite dark. He walks around the truck and whips out his long black flash light to look at the tag that he walked right up to. I guess the sun wasn't bright enough. When he comes back he tells me to have a great day and to be careful. Now, how in the heck can cops see those 2" stickers on our plates? I'd think that he would notice the 5"x 12" yellow tag in my back window with big, black, bold numbers before the 2" decal with a red number on my plate. Don't get me wrong I'm glad that they are doing their job but I'm a little upset that he didn't get the memo that I am the exception. lol
I do want to thank Grandma Heaton for letting us use her car. We had it for so long which we didn't intend so we had it cleaned and serviced before we returned it. At times I felt odd when listening to my music and having a quilt, some throw pillows and a couple hangers with yarn crochet displayed in the window. A Kleenex box on each visor. It was funny to watch Dexton's friends freeze as they climb in because they don't know what to do with the pillows.