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Finally! And the third time was the charm…

Attempt #1: Mr. Lab and I got all the way to the courthouse with our paperwork filled out and money ready to go. But then we realized we forgot our certificate proving we completed marriage counseling. Said certificate would save us $30. We decided that was plenty enough to wait until our officiant could mail us the required notarized form and we’d try again.

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Attempt #2: We had the day off from classes because it was fall break. We wasted away the day because it was fall break. We finally decided that we should get something done and wanted to go get our license. It was 4:26 PM. The courthouse doesn’t process licenses after 4 PM.

Attempt #3: We were proud of ourselves because we had all our forms ready to go and we knew this was our LAST CHANCE to get the license before the wedding (we live life on the edge). Despite Mr. Lab delivering some seriously bad news about our ceremony site right before we walked into the courthouse (much more on that later), I was still looking forward to finally having the license in hand. But, we forget the payment! So Mr. Lab had to take a quick trip to the ATM to get cash. Now, here’s the fun part…

I got hit on while waiting to get my marriage license!!!

An officer saw me waiting on a bench and shot me a smile. I smiled back politely and turned my attention away. But the officer walked right up to me and the following conversation ensued:

Officer: “Hi. I’m from out of town and was wondering where a good place to eat lunch would be?”
Me: “Well, there’s a lot of options. If you want to stay downtown, you could hit Transmet. They have some great pizza.”
Officer: “Hmmm, have you eaten lunch yet?”
(Seeing where this is going, I lie.) Me: “Yeah, just finished up.”
Officer: “Would it have been a bad thing for me to have asked you to have lunch with me?”
Me: “Um… I’m actually getting my marriage license right now…”

AWWWK. WARD.

Officer: “Oh, well, he’s a lucky guy. Congratulations.” (turns and practically runs off)
Exactly one second later, Mr. Lab rounds the corner and walks right past the officer. He must have seen the tail-end of the conversation because he gave me a weird look. I explained what happened and he just gave a chuckle.

But yeah, we got our license and here’s the proof:

We both hate this pic, but we’re posting for the hive!

ONE DAY!!!