Licensed to Wed
Grisha and I picked up our marriage license last week at the county Register of Deeds. We showed up with our forms, they saw us right away. Everything went smoothly until the nice woman helping us took out a Bible, slammed it on the table, asked us to put our hands on it and repeat a paragraph in unison. It took us at least two tries to do it! Ultimately she had to say it aloud with us because we were a little caught off guard. Then she told us that we could cross the street and get married in the jailhouse right then and there if we wanted. Grisha thought that was a ball-and-chain comment on marriage.
I was looking at the license today and realized that the border is sort of creepy. With a passing glance it could be reminiscent of wedding bells, but if I stare at it, all I see are alien-Darth-Vader faces.