Dan and I have been slowly collecting all the bits and signatures to make “us” official (as much as we can in the eyes of the state).
I’d imagine getting married involves as much a paper trail, but Target doesn’t have a registry for domestic partners—so there are some differences. I suppose.
This morning we drove to the bank to get one of the last and more important documents notarized proper. In lieu of birdseed thrown our way, we treated ourselves to a really excellent lunch.
Nothing wrong with feeling lucky sometimes.
Current music: The Hidden Cameras “We Oh We”