I have a confession to make. My real name isn’t Thoughtsy Appear. GASP! And Kiefer’s real name isn’t Kiefer Sutherland. DOUBLE GASP!
In real life, my last name is 12 letters. 12! That’s long. As a teenager, I dreamed of marrying a man with a short last name, like Smith. Even better: Doe.
In real life, Kiefer’s last name is 7 letters. Not as short as “Doe” but I’m willing to compromise.
Though we’re not married yet, Kiefer and I already put my new last name on something official. Something even bigger than the marriage license. Kiefer and I have already joined the ranks of married couples everywhere…we joined…
I can’t breathe. It’s all moving so fast.
As if that wasn’t enough, Kiefer and I went shopping for wedding bands…and the order is under: Thoughtsy Sutherland.
When I signed for it, I totally screwed up:
Not only did I start to sign the wrong last name, I pretty much printed the new last name.
To remedy embarrassing moments in the future, I’ve reverted to my 16-year-old self:
Dammit…I don’t even remember how to write in cursive. By the time I got to the “n,” I was just done. And I hate the cursive “r.” It looks like the pi symbol. I wish it looked like pie instead.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “‘Do zombies poop?’ I can always count on you to ask the important questions, Thoughtsy. Move over, Diane Sawyer.”—Pegoleg