Today I checked a bunch of important things off my list.
First Marriage License. Andy and I got our marriage license. He made the lady behind the counter take our picture with me on my tippy toes like the Norman Rockwell Painting. After we had our right hands up swearing that our information was true he turns to me and goes eh? trying  to slap a high five but i just kinda looked at him,  I didn't respond  in enough time. It was cute.

After Marriage License we went and picked up my wedding ring. Apparently I'm expensive. I was not expecting the ring to be as much as it was. Now i understand why he wanted a cheap ring.

Then after that we went to Seneca and met up with demongirly and i got my tattoo touched up. It is now brighter. I'm sad that the detail was lost in the stem but it couldn't be helped with such a small tattoo. It is now bright and pretty. I'm sure my mom will love it. HA! I didn't tell her i was getting it touched up. hee...

So three checks. Still have a bunch of stuff left but getting there.

Oh when i was getting my marriage license i was telling the lady behind the counter what i wanted to do with my name (Christina Rose Cherry Clark) (2 middle names) (shut up Shane) and she said oh i don't think they will let you do that. You can only change your last name and make it your middle name, getting rid of the middle name you currently have or have a hyphen with the two last names. She can't be right. Don't  i have the ability to change my name to what ever the flying hell i want to change it to?

My mom was telling me she was trying to desensitize my Dad to the father daughter dance song. It wasn't working I guess he was just sitting there with tears streaming down his face. I guess he was doing better then he listened to the song that my grandpa sang that i'm  having played at the reception and he started again. I'd rather have my dad cry than look bored when we are dancing the father daughter song. My mom asked if they should change the song, but he said no because the song fits us. The song is Heartland, I loved her first. In the song it talks about the dad holding the daughter first which he did, the doctor handed me right to him and not my mom. I hate that the song is so common but it fits.