Alright last Friday Amybear and I went down to Virginia to get our marriage license. I think I've already mentioned it. Everything went fine, it cost us an hour of our time, $30 in cash, and none of our blood despite what you may have heard. In return a clerk at the County Courthouse have us a pile of papers on various subjects like changing Amy's name, getting copies of the official license once we're married, and picking an officiant to marry us with proper legal authority in the state of Virginia. They also gave us a big white envelope that said "Keep Sakes."
Now we expected this to contain something minorly sentimental and, above all, cheap. Maybe keychains. Maybe a certificate. Maybe an even cheaper piece of paper. Something like that. When we got to Amybear's parents place we opened it. It contained three things: a pamphlet on genetically transmitted disorders, a pamphlet on birth defects, and a card that said congratulations on getting married.
"Awww," we thought. "At least they got one out of three right."
Then we opened the card expecting to see sappy well wishing from the State. Nope. The inside of the card was a FAQ about HIV and AIDS awareness and transmission. Gee Virginia I didn't know you cared.
That "for lovers" slogan must be keeping the state up at night or something.