Monday, 7/11

The world can rest easy. We're still legally married.

You may recall a couple of months ago when Loraine discovered we didn't have a copy of either our wedding license or our marriage certificate. At the time, she thought she might need it to prove to a governmental agency who she actually is. Thankfully, she didn't need it, especially since we couldn't find a copy of it anywhere in our apartment. Oh, we tore the place apart, but didn't find it. It also wasn't in a safe at my parent's house, nor in our safe deposit box.

Technically, we had no way of proving we were married, other than the fact that we've perfected shouting “what?” to each other as we're trying to talk while in different rooms of our apartment.

Anyway, I went over to the Marquette County Clerk's office last week and finally picked up a copy, and as it turns out, made a very interesting discovery--

We probably never had a copy of it in the first place.

We received the copy of both the license and the certificate on one big legal, stamped piece of paper, and while looking at I came to realize something. On the marriage certificate was a notice to return it to the County Clerk no more than 10 days after it being issued, so we're positive that after Loraine used it to do the name-change thing she brought it back and never gave a second thought to the fact that we didn't have a copy of it.

Or, at least, never gave it a second thought until she almost needed it again three decades later.

The certified copy of the license & certificate now sits on our safety deposit box, where it will probably never be touched again. However, should anyone ever actually need proof that yes, we ARE legally married, we have it.

And we won't even have to tear our apartment again to find it.

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Tomorrow, another tale of life as a married person. And just how fricking dangerous it can sometimes be.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)