On DMV and growing things.

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.
(WHAT-EVER!)

OH, and did I mention Adam cleans the bathroom???

BONUS!



*This might seem unfair...except that is exactly what happened last time. SERIOUSLY.