'Cuz I Raise 'Em Right, Damn It. @ 12:18 pm
Being the first of August, today was the day I could go and pick up the marriage license that Shawn and I applied for. I took Mason along because he's now officially on summer vacation....
...well, I stupidly forgot that the Westboro Baptist bastards are in town. There was a mob of them around the Health Department with their asinine signs informing me, of all things, that apparently their god hates glitter. (What? This, I told Mason, is a testimony for why we are pagans. Our gods not only appreciate glitter some of them are actively GAY AND HAVE BEEN, LITERALLY, SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME.)
At any rate, we swung around the street and parked in the free lot in the back, and steeled ourselves for a march through the morons. I took Mason by his small shoulders, looked him in the eye and said, "You keep your head up. If anyone yells or says something stupid or hurtful to you...." I thought about it for a moment, and said, "YOU FLIP THEM OFF. 'Cuz that's how I raised ya!"
But, luckily, as we were getting out a guy on a park bench admonished us that this lot was only for people using the Health Department, and I said, "I am. I was going around the front door." And he says, "Why? There's a door right there." Completely unblocked by idiots. A back door.
So, despite being ready for ass-hattery, we avoided it. Instead of having to deal with people who apparently hate rainbows and glitter for REASONS, we waltzed quietly through the back door, got the license without any fuss, got happy congratulations from everyone inside the Health Department, and were even offered a list of judges who were willing and able to perform our marriage.
I'm glad we didn't have to walk the gauntlet. Mason confessed to me later that as we drove away from the protesters, he give them a one finger salute just because...
I couldn't be more proud.