Forever, I am creating from my real life conversations, book titles. Talking to my sisters especially, in the middle of a good rehash of situation whichever one of us is talking about, I’ll just blurt out a title for the book or movie to be made about the story. Ironically, I can’t think of a damn one of those really good titles at the moment, but trust me, some of them are funny. For 23 or so years, I think of terrific vanity license plate names for our cars, but not one ever has ever struck my husband as being spot on for him, that he would want to run out to the DMV to buy new plates, and then register them, and then turn the old plates in, and then have the registration inspection done, and then actually drive around with new plates on the car, which now has become a label easily recognized by any given freakazoid on Route 1. Here’s a few I have come up with–the only one’s my Swiss cheese memory board can produce.
LNDSHRK. ( It’s silvery gray and a huge canoe of a car)