Jade went to the county clerk’s web site to see if our names had made it into their public records yet.
Yes.
Not only are we fully searchable for anyone who wishes to see that we are married, but get this:
I am listed as the groom.
Jade says she’s going to use that against me the next time she needs me to do something. Like open pickle jars, I suppose.
I am NOT the man.
I guess they haven’t fixed that part of the process; maybe never will. When we filled out the marriage license application on computer, I went first, so I guess I was Party A.
I just can’t wait until we start getting junk mail addressed to Mrs. Lizzie.
That was perhaps the best part of the day, when a coworker wished well-wishes, and said to pass along the same “to your wife.”
A fantastic moment.
Of course, since you’re the man, that’s MR. Lizzie to you. Now go kill some spiders or howl at the moon or something.
Lmao, when asked to open something, or change the oil, just shout out, Who’s the man?
C
that’s fabulous. i added you to my blogroll. ^_^
Hey, thanks for the add.
Thanks for writing about gay marriage. We have a lot of work to do to continue the fight to make marriage legal for all citizens. There are a couple of major projects with which we can use your support.
http://www.marriagecardproject.com
http://www.marcjoseph.com/marriage.html
Thanks for spreading the word!
Marc