sometimes i astound myself...

* ring, ring *

Clerk: "Good morning, Town Clerk's office. How may I help you?"

Me: "Good morning. Would you please tell me the dates of your upcoming late evenings for marriage licenses?"

Clerk: "Certainly, congratulations! We are open late on the second and forth Wednesday of each month. The next evening available is January 14th."

Me: "Great, thank you!"

Clerk: "Do you know what you need to bring?"

Me: "Um...no?"

Clerk: "You both will need to bring an original or certified copy of your birth certificate and your state driver's license."

Me: {silence}

Clerk: "Miss? Are you there?"

Me: "Oh, yes! Thank you!"

* click *

Me: "Crap."

Next call was to my Mom, asking her to please get my birth certificate out of their lockbox and bring it when she comes to town for my shower next week. Because her daughter, who is 34 years old and hasn't lived at home in 17 years, still keeps her important documents at her parent's house. And, it never even crossed said daughter's mind to take the birth certificate with her when she left that same house just. last. week. Nice.

On a positive NWR note (for Meagan):

Wii LOVE Mario Kart! Next to the Red KitchenAid mixer, it was the best Christmas gift we recieved. We are fiercely competitive with it but also laugh a whole lot!