This is a bit on the late side, but I finally got the birth certificate applications notarized by my mom. If you go to your bank, it’s typically a free service they offer, so we did that last Thursday, and was able to send them on Friday.
Funny thing, though:
As I was stuffing the envelope with the applications, I could smell something…bad. It smelled like pee…old pee. I frantically sniffed around my dining room, trying to find where the smell was originating from because…no. Then I paused for a moment and looked down at the envelope.
‘Oh my God…’
I took the applications out of the envelope and sniffed the notary’s stamp.
‘UGH! That’s disgusting!’
Yup. The stamp was definitely the source of the smell.
Those poor sons of bitches at the New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene should be in for quite the out-of-tune symphony of fragrance upon opening that envelope, granted it gets there.
And that’s right: Absolutely freaking nothing has been delivered to me as of today…oh, bureaucracy.