Turns out you can just be married to one person at a time, and the government wants to be sure of that. Much to our surprise, it turns out that the government authorities require some proof of our respective divorces. Turns out they say they need it for their "records".
I asked my dear friend TS to help out and try to get my documents from the courthouse - his office does this sort of thing. He replied back that although they had tried - since my divorce was almost 20 years ago, they didn't have that sort of thing on file, in fact, they had no record of my existence. I found that insulting of the courts.
And that response made me hightail it to ratland - aka the garage - to find a box that might have copies of something like this. Twinkie assured me that she knew the box it might be in - she had captured it in her memory bank from our marathon garage cleaning session. Turns out she was right and VOILA I have a photocopy of my Divorce Judgment complete with Court File number. Of course this isn't sufficient - we have to get the court to certify it! And who knows how long that will take.
However, despite my arctic blondness, they will now be convinced that my divorce exists. How comforting.
Since our plan at the big shindig is to have all in the wedding party, kids and all, sign the marriage license, finding the divorce stuff is comforting.
Twinkie is still looking for hers - but since she was married in this century, it shouldn't be hard for her.
And the clock ticks on - for one reason or another we've been out every night for weeks. A dear friend last night told us that it might be an idea to rest up and stay home a bit so that we can have time and space to be excited about the big day.
True words.
Yours in non-polygamy and pre-wedding bliss and exhaustion
Cupcake
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