This morning Ryan & I stopped by the courthouse on the way to work. After 5 glorious minutes with a delightful lady named Doris, confirming that we were not related and raising our right hands we are now the proud owners of this bad boy:
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Look out, world. For most, this document represents a license to get married to the man fate has chosen for you. For me in particular this represents a license to sit on the couch and watch 6 (okay maybe 8 or 9) episodes of the Wire on a lazy Sunday with said man. It represents a license to glare at him until he says "excuse me" after he burps. It represents a license to come home from work and find him messing with the sprinklers at LEAST one night (often times 2) a week. It represents a license to live with a man who will, in his lifetime, most likely eat enough canned chili to build a mansion of Khloe & Lamar proportions out of the cans. It represents a license to walk through the living room and hear 4 letter expletives rattled off at the tv on any given Saturday or Sunday. It represents a license to laugh REALLY HARD at least once a day because of all of these things. I feel incredibly lucky. So, thank you, Doris for licensing us to get married. Thank heavens you didn't know all of the things I just said or you might not have signed your name.
Can't wait for July 9th. :c)
P.S. I owe you all many a blog update. I have one written about Jen's shower... I'm just waiting on pictures. (Love you Mom!) I also need to write one about Kylie's 1 year birthday party. Spoiler alert: there's a cute kid involved.
Look out, world. For most, this document represents a license to get married to the man fate has chosen for you. For me in particular this represents a license to sit on the couch and watch 6 (okay maybe 8 or 9) episodes of the Wire on a lazy Sunday with said man. It represents a license to glare at him until he says "excuse me" after he burps. It represents a license to come home from work and find him messing with the sprinklers at LEAST one night (often times 2) a week. It represents a license to live with a man who will, in his lifetime, most likely eat enough canned chili to build a mansion of Khloe & Lamar proportions out of the cans. It represents a license to walk through the living room and hear 4 letter expletives rattled off at the tv on any given Saturday or Sunday. It represents a license to laugh REALLY HARD at least once a day because of all of these things. I feel incredibly lucky. So, thank you, Doris for licensing us to get married. Thank heavens you didn't know all of the things I just said or you might not have signed your name.
Can't wait for July 9th. :c)
P.S. I owe you all many a blog update. I have one written about Jen's shower... I'm just waiting on pictures. (Love you Mom!) I also need to write one about Kylie's 1 year birthday party. Spoiler alert: there's a cute kid involved.
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