The morning after the wedding, as Radley was pouring his cereal, he said, “Good morning, Stepmom!”
It was cute. Nothing had changed, yet it had.
The Monday after the wedding at a meeting, I introduced myself as “Thoughtsy Appear.” My coworkers responded with “Who is that?” until I corrected my name to “Thoughtsy Sutherland.”
But I think the best (i.e., worst) title slip-up took place just a couple days after the wedding.
Kiefer: I guess I can’t call you my fiancee anymore.
Thoughtsy: What?! Why?
Thoughtsy: Oh…right…because we got married Saturday. Oops…I knew that.
I swear my natural hair color is not blond.
Sorry, Kelso. You have some competition.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Maybe if you just went all sports bra, all the time, Kiefer would leave your SuperUniBoob alone?”—GoJulesGo