Hey, where's my ring?
There has to be a first for everything.
Today at work I received a letter addressed to me as "Mrs."
Not "Ms," but "Mrs." In case you were curious, as suspected, I kept my name.
That must have been one wild, drunken ride to Vegas and back again. Surely I would have remembered the long ride on the A train back from JFK. I must have really been out. So much so that I lost the ring!
Maybe that will turn up in the mail tomorrow.
Today at work I received a letter addressed to me as "Mrs."
Not "Ms," but "Mrs." In case you were curious, as suspected, I kept my name.
That must have been one wild, drunken ride to Vegas and back again. Surely I would have remembered the long ride on the A train back from JFK. I must have really been out. So much so that I lost the ring!
Maybe that will turn up in the mail tomorrow.
posted by lequincampe at 10:38 AM
4 Comments:
A travel agent in Greece last year made me a Mrs. She also misspelled my last name... it's a little worrisome that they let me on the plane at all, because the person whose name was on the ticket certainly didn't exist.
I'm not ignoring your yesterday's e-mail--just haven't responded yet. But I hope you're doing well!
Here's to post 9/11 & 7/7 tightened security measures!
(RE: email. It's all good. Take your time.)
Congratulations! We're all so happy for you!
Now you can cancel that "Single Girl's Registry" at Williams & Sonoma.
Crap, and the gifts were rolling. Now I need to share them with my yet to be determined husband!
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