Wedding Blog

Today I’m serving up a heapin’ helpin’ of WCP, or Weak Content Post. A WCP is easily identifiable by one of more of the following characteristics:

1. It tends to have little in the way of useful material. A WCP doesn’t teach, inform, or otherwise help anyone.
2. It’s likely quite dull. While a WCP may include images or graphics, they’re about as thrilling as a magazine insert.
3. Sardonic commentary is often substituted for clever or amusing anecdotes.
4. It’s usually authored by Miss Lovebug after a weekend of too little sleep.

Below please find a prime example of a WCP.
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As far as anticlimaxes go, I’d have to say that picking up our marriage license ranks pretty highly. Nothing like fighting Friday afternoon traffic and fishing parking meter quarters out of the car seat just to spend twenty minutes in this ugly structure:

After being de-belted, de-shod and thoroughly de-buzzed at a security checkpoint (Officer ByTheBook wouldn’t even let me take a commemorative photo of Mr. LB being wanded, the big meanie), we found the marriage license office. While I tried to identify some bloggable aspect of the experience, Mr. LB filled out the appropriate form:

We waited in a nondescript room surrounded by nondescript people feeling rather nondescript ourselves until we noticed that our ticket was Mr. LB’s lucky number!

Take that, 50% divorce rate!

The clerk called us, we raised our right hands and swore that we weren’t related (insert immature giggle). We were then informed that information about STDs is available at the county health office (more immature giggles), and sent on our way with our documentation.

And in true WCP spirit, here are some shots of “Brideway” Boulevard storefronts that I snapped in front of Mr. LB’s face while we drove home. If that’s you in the convertible, apologies for using your likeness sans permission. Nice wheelz.

note: WCPs typically end abruptly and with no thought-provoking questions.