please let me find it, please let me find it, please let me find it.

I have nowhere else to look.

Not unless I stuck it in some book for safekeeping.

But I have so many books that the thought of flipping through each and every page is overwhelming.

But so is the thought of not having my license.

Um, either my driver's license or my marriage license.

And right now, renewing the former hinges upon me procuring the latter and presenting it to the social security administration.

This is so not what I intended for my vacation, but life happens. And one thing I have learned about life is that it involves many many important papers that have a way of disappearing like they are a part of some magician's act.

I only wish I had the skills to make them reappear.

But I am not really a magician.

AND WHAT THE HECK DID I DO WITH MY MARRIAGE LICENSE?!?!?

I mean in the scale of important papers, this is like up there, right? It warrants a special place, maybe even a folder of some sort. Perhaps even one of those accordion files. Actually, we do have a few of them and though we saw fit to tab each one with apropos titles such as legal and pay stubs and words that rhyme with meander (salamander, in case you wondered), we don't have one marked with the only category I care to see right now:

Jessica And Drew's Marriage License Which is Fitting Proof Why Copeland Should Now Be On Her Driver's License Even Though She Didn't Actually Change Her Name With Social Security At The Time She Got Married Like She Should Have (and by the way, she regrets not doing that)

Who knows, maybe we did try to write that on the tab but ran out of room and gave up and then decided that it would be a better idea to just stick our marriage license in a completely forgettable spot and then surprise surprise, promptly forget where that spot is.

Oh, and I cannot even just renew my license with the name Latshaw because when I first moved to DE right when I got married I brought my marriage license to the DMV to prove my change of name and had the bright idea to print all three names, Jessica Latshaw Copeland (without a hyphen, thankyouverymuch; I'm really not a hyphen girl) on it. But because I didn't sync that with Social Security, I now have to present my marriage license to them so that when the DMV looks me up they have the same name on file.

Which would be no problem at all if I could only find it...

So now I have to carry around my passport to board planes and show that I'm of age and the only very bad thing about that is that I absolutely hate that picture.

Vain, true, but there you go.

And my passport only has Latshaw so all the upcoming flights I have booked under the name Copeland may be a problem.

And there's nothing vain about that, so now you can go ahead and feel good and sorry for me as you recognize that I have really gotten myself into a pickle this time.

But, there are some good things that have happened today despite the fruitless wait at the DMV and the Social Security office, as well as the search for the missing marriage license that has been a bust so far.

While searching, I ran into a bag of peanut M&M's that I didn't know I had.

I also found an itunes gift card that I had apparently forgotten.

I came across an old letter from a girlfriend of Drew's from high school that made me laugh. Her ultimatum for him to either accept the fact that she smokes or just decide to break up with her was quite to the point, I must say. And I'll have to ask him what he did.

And I got to spend some quality time with this little guy.
Meet Desmond, the golden doodle and newest edition to Jonathan and Rebekah's (my brother and sister-in-law) family. He's adorable and I couldn't get enough of him!

And now I hope and pray that God drops the marriage license in my lap tomorrow...

Cause seriously, folks, that passport picture is busted.

Oh, and it's my marriage license, so it's kind of a big deal.