I've been thinking to myself lately, you know, it's getting to be March now, I really should be putting my new registration sticker onto my car. I finally remembered this over the weekend while I was actually at the car and had the sticker in my jacket pocket. Of course, a millisecond after I had affixed the sticker to the license plate, I remembered, "You know, this isn't even my car. This is the rental car I'm driving while my car is getting repaired."Last night I was opening a jar of salsa when my finger encountered a bit of spilled salsa that had encrusted itself just below the rim. As my hand twisted the lid open my finger rolled across the hardened salsa and opened up a nice little nick. I'm beginning to suspect spicy foods aren't good for me.