A few weeks ago, a friend of mine and I were discussing the dynamics of dating and falling in love and she had this to say:
“Honestly, I’m at the point in my life where I’m ready to marry a man who is willing to do the paperwork that it takes to be me.”
At the time, she was in the midst of dealing with applying for a passport, the paperwork for which had been consistently lost by the office to which she was submitting her information.
“I don’t care about working–I’d be happy to work for the both of us. I’m just sick of doing paperwork.”
And to that, I say, “Does that include insurance?”
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