Going to court

So today Lish, Jen, Cally and I went to the courthouse.


Wouldn't it be great if I just left it at that!?!? You'd all be like...WHAAAAAT??? WHYYYY??? ...or you might not really care and just move on...either way, I will tell you, don't panic! The reason was rather simple, Lish wants to get her passport so that she can come visit me in Canada (YAY!!!) and we tried getting the application from the post office but the person there was not of the highest intelligence and gave us the wrong paper SO off to the courthouse we went...so begins our story...

We walk in and see a sign saying "For Passports go to the courthouse on ....S. King St." so we are like...what? Where is S. King St. and WHY do they have TWO courthouses in this teeny-tiny town. So we ask the very nice helpful ladies there and they point out the front doors down this side street to the grey building. So we get in the car and head over, yelling at Cally (who is driving) that she passed it and we have to turn around and it is all quite hilarious. So we park and walk over to this very imposing building with big white columns and locked class doors with a sign "Push bottom to open door" and an arrow pointing right. So I go over to the right and there is like a little intercom thingy button and I go, "this button???" (of course there is also a little sign directly below it with an arrow pointing up which says quite clearly "button". No joke, the sign is there...so I press the button. We wait. Jen tries the door. A little short lady, dressed in severe looking clothing opens it asking what she can do. (we all immediately feel guilty and ready to turn ourselves in, like seriously, she was scary even in all her tiny shortness and I was like "AAAHHH IT WAS THE WRONG BUTTON" - in my head) Lish tells her we are looking for passport stuff and she points up the street to the other grey building...

So we head off to the THIRD COURTHOUSE, laughing our heads off at the whole situation and walk in to find a guy with like a big security scanning machine and computer and he asks what we are looking for...passports...and (hallelujah!) it's the right place. Upstairs we get the application and head out again (laughing of course).

After more conversation and debate in the car we head to DQ for icecream. As we drive in, Lish gives Cally a heart attack with a SUPER excited exclamation about a puppy she saw and (with more laughter) we make it into a parking spot. Now in  DQ, the guy at the till made our day with his witty statements and teasing as we make things complicated for him (Lish NEEDED a raspberry milkshake but it wasn't on the board so we had to ask and THEN she had to add pineapple to it.. luckily they have this ability at DQ so all was good). As usually happens when eating ice cream, the conversation moved happily through many amusing topics from Oreos to Canada to my brain to politics to ice cream to hugging the till-man (don't ask) and other such things.

All in all, it was a fantastic little excursion to town resulting in much enjoyment for all parties involved.