Preacher C and the Vanity tags

Recently, my husband decided, for reasons known only to him and God, that I needed a vanity tag for my car. He did not consult me on the matter. If he had, he would have discovered that I don't care for the things. After all, isn't vanity one of the seven deadly sins? I detest those cutesy little tags proclaiming the owner to be a "NSCRGRL" or announcing the car is "BECASBUG." I don't care, frankly, if you are a "SK8TR" or the "NXTIDOL." Yet, now my car proudly proclaims for all the world to see that I am "REVCAREN."

Now, at first glance, this might not seem so bad. But, you see, I drive like a little old lady. I drive exactly the speed limit. If it says 35, I set my cruise control on 35. This apparently irritates the people who get trapped behind me on Providence Road. And now, they know exactly who to blame!!!!!

And it gets worse! My husband actually does most of the driving. He drives like a maniac. He weaves in and out of traffic, cuttting people off, running red lights, and generally driving like he's Dale Earnhardt reincarnated. And whose name is on the back of his car? Rev. Caren, of course!

This all gets me thinking. What if all of our deeds were known by everyone? They say that character is what you do when no one is looking. What if your car, clothes, home, friends, family announced to the world what kind of person you are? Maybe they do. What do the vanity tags in your life say about you? Would you be proud to have you name associated with all that you do?