Day 52

Who knew that going to the post office mailbox would become such an invigorating part of my life? We officially finished all of our paperwork, exams, and fingerprinting! I dropped our packet in the mail last night! Naturally, I went directly to the post office since their mailbox is distributed more often! [smile]

I got a kick out of the fingerprinting. Ben and I both went yesterday but at different times during the day. Let me set the scene for you. I was fingerprinted by a head-to-toe tattooed man named "Ricco" (no joke) in an older house that was a step above shady, with a sign out front advertising their #1 status in spousal surveillance. Because I'm not one to get fearful [to the point of foolishness sometimes] I got a kick out of the whole thing! Some days I would fit in better with the grunge crowd than others. Yesterday was not that day. I had on a sweet little pink sun dress with a pink cardigan sweater and pearl earrings--a far cry from rocker chic. So, I ask Ricco, "what do these fingerprints prove, anyway?" His answer? "Oh, don't worry about a thing, little miss. They don't catch any of the small stuff: possession, underage drinking, DUI, etc. Only the real hard stuff like murder." I couldn't stifle my laughs. I assured him that I would be "cool" on both accounts! Ricco then proceeded to tell me that if he ever tried adopting a kid he would be vetoed very quickly because of his dicey background and long record [comforting]. As I left, he made sure to hand me a business card just in case I ever need his services in the future!

The entire experience made my day.