I've been meaning to take some of the stickers off of my car to make room for others. It looks like this:

The stickers on the top of the trunk are old and peely and some of them are stupid and I don't need them. The ones on the bottom are awkward and crooked and altogether displeasing to my OCD. So, yesterday, I took Herbie the Love Honda to the car wash and had all the stickers removed. I know what you're thinking -- HOW COULD YOU!? Because that's what I was thinking all day. And that's what I'm thinking now, as Herbie looks like this:

But it's okay! I have new stickers and am ordering replacements of the critical ones that were there before. It's all going to be all right.

But driving around today, I felt naked. I felt like I wasn't voicing my opinions to drivers all over the place. I felt I wasn't fully myself. It's rough. It's like a part of me is missing. Once the new stickers arrive and are mapped and placed, life will return to normal. But until then, Herbie the Naked Honda will have to suffice.