Don't be afraid of the 4-plate

In the coming week, lets say Thursday or Friday-ish, if you happen to see a vehicle or two driving through our fair county with a 4 on the license plate, don't fear, hippies aren't invading.

That car with that license plate is most likely my wife's parents -- my in-laws -- and they are making the almost seven hour trek to Malta later this week at the exact time as we depart for our trip to SoCal. They are coming to town to help us out while we are gone and will be taking care of Stella the Spoiled Chihuahua and Steve, the Hairy Jerk (formerly Felix of Feline Fame.) I don't know how my wife con...