The One Where I Spell My Own Name Wrong

Yes, this happened.

No, I'm not proud.

But, yes, I do find it hysterical.

Let me first start by saying, in my defense, that I spelled my last name wrong, not my first.  And even more so in my defense, I went from the simplest, most common last name in the world (maybe it started with an 'S' and rhymed with Myth) and switched to a last name that is super uncommon and doesn't even follow basic spelling rules (I before E except after C, yaknow?).

Anyway, this story starts at a little housewarming shindig for my very good friends, Kindergarten Teacher and Twin Unicorn who recently moved in together.  Being the cuties they are, they had a fun little activity where you could write something funny on a small chalkboard and take a photo with it.  Being the hopeless romantic I am, I thought it would be adorable to write "The OurLastNames" on the board and take some pictures. 

Well, it was adorable.  

Until my Handsome Hubs took a look at the pictures.

Maybe that's our last name, maybe these are staged photos to tell the story with a fake last name.  You don't know.

Impressed he was not.

But, because he loves me so, and knows what a redonk last name his is (especially compared to starts with 'S' and rhymes with Myth), he forgave me.

And he even gave me a little sugar...

...with the misspelled name adding a certain sparkle to our photo.