Poor Dana.
Yeah, my app is definitely a fertility app. It predicts when I will ovulate, and I can mark down when I have sex. I still don't care to share with anyone.
In other news, I had the best motor vehicle department experience today ever, excepting when I lived in the tiny town in Augusta and there was never anyone in there and you had to chat to the clerks to keep them from dying of boredom. Here I have to trek into town, but it's usually horrible and frazzling. But I did my homework and showed up with a filled in app and notarized signatures and whatnot, and I was in and out in 35 minutes, including both lines. AND I didn't have to pay a fine, which I thought I would since it was a while from when I actually "bought" the van to when I got the right, notarized, paperwork.
I was so happy to have an unexpected good experience that I paid up for two years and went and washed the van. I didn't know what to do with my extra three hours I'd allocated for DMV misery.
I also tried to shop for cargo pants, but no luck. But it wasn't enough to quell my happy.