So, I almost got married tonight. I'm totally serious. Let me explain.

My guy called Geico today to set up the insurance for our new ride. He asked how much it would be to add me to the insurance and the rate MORE THAN DOUBLED. We're trying to save money. It was hard enough to make the decision to get a car. Now they're telling us we have to pay twice what we expected to pay for insurance. My guy was not having that, but apparently we don't have a choice in NY. We share a household and even if I will never drive that car, I have to be on the insurance.

But it'd be different if you were married, the guy says.

Oh, really? Yeah... different is right. The rate went back down to only 100 more than we started from! We'd just have to get married within the next 30 days.

We were floored. We're still the same exact people with the same exact driving record living the same exact life. What's the difference?, my guy asked. Here's the answer:

"Well, when you're married, it's completely different. I mean, now you're more responsible, more mature. They trust you more and give you a lower rate."

You know, because right now we're living in sin. And if you live in sin, you gotta pay the price! Literally. All we need is a piece of paper to prove that we're the same responsible, mature, trustworthy human beings that we just were without the piece of paper. PIECE. OF. PAPER.

So we said okay! Sign us up! We'll get you the proof before the end of the month. Luckily enough, it turns out that my father still has me on his insurance. Because of that, we were able to get back down to the original quote and I didn't have to be involved at all.

Now I'm back to living in sin. I like better this way. It gives us character and sounds much cooler.


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