Marriage License? Check!

On Thursday the Dude had the day off, so we went to the County Clerk's office to pick up our marriage license! I was totally excited about it, and the Dude played along rather nicely.


It was altogether pretty uneventful, except for two things.

First, the woman at the front desk asked to see the Dude's driver's license. It happens to have a photo that was taken when he was 21 and had short hair and no beard. The woman gasped aloud and said, "What happened?" I cracked up.


As we were leaving, I insisted we take a photo of ourselves with the license. At first we tried the reach-around shot, but then a guy handing out political propaganda asked if we wanted him to take our photo. The Dude was like, "No, that's OK." But I said, "Sure!" He made us take some literature afterwards with a photo of Obama wearing a (very realistic looking) Hitler mustache. At least we got a good photo!

It's getting real, folks!