Cider donuts for the win!
Would that be Cold Hollow Cider Mill? (Yes, as the picture caption says, we are dorks.) Those donuts are so good, I am willing to endure a gluten reaction for eating one.
Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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Cider donuts for the win!
Would that be Cold Hollow Cider Mill? (Yes, as the picture caption says, we are dorks.) Those donuts are so good, I am willing to endure a gluten reaction for eating one.
Good luck with the hospital, ita.
Tep, I'm sorry it was such an ordeal, but I am super happy that you got the license! Honestly, now all you need is someone to sign it and a couple of witnesses and you are officially married. All the other stuff is window dressing. Don't get me wrong, pretty dresses and cupcakes and convivial relatives are good things, but if everything else goes to hell you will still get married. And that thrills me because I ship you and Tim so hard.
Fuckin' Webassign.
Honestly, now all you need is someone to sign it and a couple of witnesses
In Ohio, you don't actually need witnesses. The souvenir marriage license has 2 lines for witnesses to sign, but it's not the real license anyway.
Ohio is a little sketchy.
Ha! That's even better.
We had, like, eight witnesses sign our Ketubah, but the official license was witnessed by a couple of Temple Sinai's employees because they were around and that way it didn't have to be a whole production. Still on our wedding day, but before the ceremony and people were still getting ready and whatnot. It was kind of a nice moment, just me and DH and Rabbi Cohen and a couple of strangers in an office, and it was official.
Apropos of nothing except my dinner: I am so grateful to whatever hero discovered the bizarre deliciousness that is blue cheese.
this is an extremely angry customer.
phone call recorded.
NSFW (language)
I can't even laugh at this because I really empathize though the man is off the chain. I probably have been that angry. I have not lost it like this though.
The grammar check in Word is suggesting I change "bear his child" to "BARE his child."
Go home, Word. You're drunk.
you are now mentioning my favorite pet peeve for Word. That we can't search by homonym.
I now own a mitre saw and have learned I can fit 8' of moulding in my little skate car.
Now I'm going to read instructions.
Go home, Word. You're drunk.
And kind of skeevy.