This Marriage is TOTALLY in Trouble.

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“Can you look these immigration papers over?”

“Sure.” [a millisecond passes] “You spelled my name wrong! Dude?!”

“What?!”

“My name! You spelled it wrong!”

“No I didn’t. Where?!”

“Umm.. Oh my god! You spelled it wrong in TWO PLACES!”

“WHAT? Wait. How do you spell it?!”

“E-n-e. E. Not ‘INE’, but ‘ENE’.”

“What? Really?”

“OH MY GOD! You don’t know how to spell MY NAME?!”

“Well.. You hardly ever use it! I mean..”

“WHAT? I hyphenate my name on everything!”

“Umm… gee, maybe I..”

“OH MY GOD, YOU HAVE NO LEG TO STAND ON NEXT TIME I FORGET *ANYTHING* ABOUT YOU!”

  1. Melle’s avatar

    In the poor man’s defence, you do NOT use the hyphenated version on EVERYTHING.

    Besides, I bet he remembers your birthday. Whiner. ;)

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  2. Dana’s avatar

    Are you trying to sleep with my husband? Why are you taking his side?

    :)

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  3. coffee’s avatar

    I always remember her birthday. And a bit in my defense, if I call/refer to her as anyone other than Violet, unless there’s a lawyer in the room I get a hurt expression from her. And hey, I spelled it right on the previous immigration documents; just some weird brain bubble where I got the spelling wrong. Now if only she’ll stop calling me marrow.

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  4. Dana’s avatar

    Oh, the mileage I’m getting out of this.. Marro.

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  5. Melle’s avatar

    Yeah, like I’d EVER steal play from a redheaded Mark… er… Marrq… er… Marro.

    Yeah, you know what I mean. :)

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  6. jess’s avatar

    That is both hilarious and astonishing!

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  7. Jo’s avatar

    I thought Coffee was taking your last name?????

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  8. Dana’s avatar

    He’s still going to be taking my last name – but he (apparently) cannot spell my VERY DIFFICULT middle-ish name.

    ChristEne… :)

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  9. Steve’s avatar

    At least it’s your middle name that he had difficulty with.

    I was living with my ex-wife for six months, at which time we were filling out our marraige licence:

    “Who the hell is Patricia?! You can’t put a false name down on a marriage application!!”

    “That’s my first name, Einstein.”

    “The why have I been referring to you as Anne for the last year?”

    “That’s my middle name. I hate Patricia.”

    “Oh…. OK. Good to know, I guess”.

    After that, it was just a metter of spelling her name correctly. Which I failed to do on several occasions (Anne with an E! An ‘E’ DAMMIT!).

    Welcome to the brotherhood, Coffee. Pick up your membership card and free codpiece at the door on your way in.

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