Whoever planted this sign in my hometown must despise me. It’s there, taunting me every time I drive from my mom’s house to my brother Joe’s house: “Melody, look at me! Does the fact that IDOT didn’t put proofreading into the sign-making budget drive you crazy?” YES. IT’S DRIVING ME FREAKING INSANE! It’s MA-roa. Not MO-roa. GOOGLE IT! Google would have said, “Did you mean: Maroa, IL” and then poor little Melody would not be having nightmares about signing my initials on a proof that has a glaring typo on it. *shudder*

P.S. I will never again see this sign. The sign on the West side of Clinton says that MAROA is 10 miles away. I don’t mind the extra miles if it means avoiding that sign.

Oh, I know. Apostrophes are hard. Especially when you’re really under pressure from your boss to make sure that fish looks great in Day-Glo. Sure, I laughed off the fact that you carefully painted two apostrophes into the ginormous Lent ad for Big Fish Fridays. But then you had to go and paint the first apostrophe upside-down, and that just doesn’t make sense. (And just one last thing: it’s generally ’til or till. Not til. Boo.)

I am quite speechless. I could make so many jokes. Instead, I think I’ll just sigh and remember why I dreaded having to go to Havelock when I lived in North Carolina. If it wasn’t for friends like Shannon, Katie and Stacy who actually lived there, and the fact that I was able to buy super cheap surfer chick clothing at Cherry Point — and OK, having to pass through Havelock to get to the beach, too — I think I’d avoid it like a sale of plagues (please see February 26th post). Thanks, Shannon, for keeping your eyes peeled so we can laugh together!

I love my friends who are joining in on this little sicworld project. This one came my way from Mason, who lives in Las Vegas (hence the title of this blog), which I’m sure is where he stumbled across this little beauty. Is it just me, or does this license plate holder look like it was carefully crafted on one of those little handheld labelers? I get that you’re trying to be cute, dear California driver, but in the end, you just sort of look like a moron.