Today we went to the County Clerk’s office to get our marriage license. It was relatively painless, other than narrowing down ALL the civil buildings in downtown to the right one, then being told to go to the 3rd floor and being like, “Uhhhhhh . . . “

We went into one office and decided we’d ask where we should go. We waited in line for a bit and I saw, “Birth Records” and “TABC” on the back walls by the desks.

I said, “No, I don’t think this is the right one. Let’s go.”

We turned around toward the door and then stopped dead in our tracks. We were in the right office.

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