In a perfect world, when you get married your name changes automatically. All of the paperwork is filled out for you.. and all government bows at the feet of the new Mrs. Well.. like I said.. perfect world. If I could go through my entire life without going to the DMV I would do it in a heartbeat. But before you even make it to the place where time stops.. there are 30 other hoops to jump through.. Take this here and get this from here and send it there with this.. blah blah blah. Once you get all the documents, a sense of accomplishment rushes over your body... cha ching! But now it is time for.......................................................................... the DMV.. the one place in the world where you could easily see yourself going to jail for life just to be able to blow that place up.. But regardless of the stink that places puts on your soul.. you are prepared.. you have all documents you need.. from every column and all stamped in the blood of a virgin. You wait in a line longer than that on to Noah's ark.. you are next! "Hi ma'am can I help you?" -says the grim reaper. "Yes, I need to get my name changed on my license, and have everything I am supposed to have." -grouchy Sarah.. "Ok great.. can I see your application?"-grim "Umm... application. dang, don't got that."-aggravated Sarah... I am then handed this application and sent to the END OF THE LINE! Lord be with me... There was an older man behind me that had it all right.. " My lands aint it a mess how much crap ya gotta bring to dis place to be able to operate a darn car.. I got my birth certificate that is fallin apart a sperm sample a blood sample and my name on this shirt I got on.. So if they gimme any grief Imma gonna go get my dog and make their day. "- perturbed elder.. He made my visit so much better.. what a funny guy. Anyways.. after another 45 minutes in line, I made it to the front. Turned in all my stuff.. got the worst picture taken of my life and hit the road. So to sum up.. Its a good thing I love my hubster, because the DMV is one place I would rather throw a grenade at then conduct business.
-Mrs. Roark. :)
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