Frequently, vanity plates make me laugh, shudder or just cross my eyes wondering what the hell this person is trying to say. There was the one I saw that said FRECKLS, which sounds to me like some kind of sadistic German clown. My two faves in the "don't say you weren't warned," category are RT2BEAR (arms, theoretically, judging by the NRA Life Member sticker in the back window of his truck,) and NRCLPTC; there's no WAY you could say ya didn't see him coming. Then there was the New Beetle with the tag that said MOMN8R. I hope it's not a gift to have your kids thinking you're a cold, heartless killing machine. Then again, maybe every kid thinks that eventually. As I've mentioned before, I got a big chuckle out of the bright-red Acura NSX exoticar with the license plate that read ENZOWHO, and the flamed hearse with the tag that read TIMESUP. There are famous ones that work out to be sales pitches, like the one on a Urologist's car that reads NOPCME, and the other "I know I'm driving a fast car" plates, like HIOFCR, and one of my favorites from Canada, that was on a Chevy Malibu SS that was at the Dream Cruise one year that read COOLEH. But I think this week I ran across my all-time fave, a reality self-check if ever there was one, attached to the back of a Chevy TrailBlazer SUV. This woman, who obviously KNOWS that she's not who she may have once been, had a plate that said FMRBABE. I don't know whether to applaud her honesty, or pray for her. Maybe both.