I am leaving work early to go to the DMV and try to convince the world I AM FREAKING MARRIED GET OVER IT AND LET ME CHANGE MY NAME!
(aka fill out more paperwork and wait a long time for a pimple faced kid to stop texting and take my new DMV picture.*)
((...and probably lie about my weight. Again. Oh, JUST LET ME HAVE MY COLLEGE WAISTLINE AT LEAST ON PAPER, OKAY!?))
But you really shouldn't feel sorry for me because that husband of mine planted a garden this weekend.
In a cute little box he MADE HIMSELF.
With literally NO help for me except a bunch of excitement.
Which is probably worth something but not all that much when you are digging into soil.
...and for the record, it's not because I am not supportive...just totally uninformed.
And also, distracted by washing all our Tupperware.
--annnnnnd this is why my brother calls me old, boring, and married.
OH, and did I mention Adam cleans the bathroom???
*This might seem unfair...except that is exactly what happened last time. SERIOUSLY.