There’s usually a bit of paperwork hassle dealing with things that Harold and I share, but are in one person’s name, like whenever one of us wants to pay a bill that’s in the other person’s name. So I was a expecting a bit of annoyance when I took Harold’s car for an oil change this morning (I assume there’s some kind of highly profitable long con that involves getting oil changes on stolen vehicles.). Today I didn’t have any trouble, PLUS I got to say “my husband” in conversation!
Being married is so great!
