About two months ago, I put on my calendar that Lance and I would go get our marriage license on Thursday, November 11th. I put it on my agenda book that I carry around with me and my calendar on my email. It was set in stone.
Last night, Lance and I decided to go test drive the Toyota Highlander that we had been looking at. We were able to get a salesperson and we took a joy ride - after the guy had to make a copy of both of drivers licenses. I got mine back.
This morning, we wake up super early to make it to the Probate Court at 8:00 a.m. when the doors open. We were all ready to go when I asked Lance "You got your license, right?"...half joking, half being serious. Um.....Lance did not have his license. The creepy salesmen didn't give it back to him!!
Alas, we decided to try to get the marriage license with what we had. Lance at least had his passport and several other forms of ID. So, we make the journey to the Columbia Country Probate Court.
We get there, and the parking lot is unusually empty. But in my mind, I thought "It is 7:58 a.m.". No..................
It's Veteran's Day and the government offices are not open.
Of course this would happen to us. Just like an episode of Bridezilla. Though, instead of getting angry, I just tripped over a sprinkler sticking out of the ground.
Oh yes, this marriage was meant to be :-) Without bumps in the road, the ride would just not be as fun!
