You know, I woke up the other morning feeling a lot less married than usual, but it wasn't 'til I checked the news and found that Prop 8 had been overturned that I realized what had happened. My wife suggested that maybe we should try getting married again, to strengthen the bond before our union shattered completely.
The real shock was when that unit of paramilitary homosexuals (they have the most fabulous uniforms) parachuted into the sanctuary at our church and forced the priest to perform gay marriages at gunpoint.
Then the zombie velociraptors showed up and started eating everybody. That was about the point where I realized I was still dreaming.
Turns out I'm still just as married as ever, and the legal recognition of gay marriage has no goddamn effect at all on my life. Funny thing, that.