Obviously a little pre-planning had to go into this whole marriage issue and the first thing that we needed was a marriage license. We had to provide proof of rabies vaccinations and, in the mister's case, a note from the vet proving he is neutered. God knows no one wanted him to drop his drawers in the middle of a government office...well..MAYBE the clerk who helped us would have.
I'll tell you..in most social situations I can tell if someone is being snarky or trying to snub me. This time, however, it was a complete mystery to me where the guy was coming from. He kept trying to chat the mister up about their shared military service and, honestly, I have had less uncomfortable conversations about my time in with a couple of Air Force guys and a Girl Scout. I couldn't tell if he was trying to reaffirm his manhood or if he was looking for a way to ask "the groom" out on a date. Yes, the mister was unfailingly referred to as "the groom" and I was referred to as "...and...you". Not "the bride", or Dread Pirate..just "...you" with the short pause before the word. I think perhaps the ex-wife doesn't look down on me with as much disdain as this odd little clerk.
So, yeah...lol..
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