We had been meaning to remember to get legally married for some time now; taxes, hospitals, It's the Most Practical Thing to Do. I've been dreading the prospect but we finally went to apply for the license the other day. The woman at security, upon learning why we had come to city hall, asked me if I was happy and I forgot for a moment how expressive my face can be when I'm not careful. You have to wait three days after the license was granted to do it. It's a "self-uniting" license so we just need to sign the paper and get two others (we will probably just knock on our neighbors' door) to do the same. I've had a pit in my stomach since, knowing I just need to swallow my objections and get it over with today. The only thing that's cheered me up is that I realized it is also Valentine's Day and I think that's the funniest day to feel miserable about getting married.