Twas Brillig

Hubby sent me this in an email a few days ago:

Why did you get married? I got married for love…. Others marry for more practical reasons:

And so I thought to myself, self, why did you get married. And I found the answer on Dancing Through yesterday.

How many people have your same name? These were my results with my maiden name.

HowManyOfMe.com

There are 1,069 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

YIKES!!!

But THESE are my results with my married name:

HowManyOfMe.com

There are 5 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

See? Before I met him, I was one of well-over-a-thousand. And then, I married him and now I’m only one in five! How cool is that?

(And somewhere in here, I need to take issue with my parents who, despite our painfully boring last name, gave us all painfully boring FIRST names. Mine wasn’t even the worst! Two of my sisters have well over 2000 and another is more than 4000. And one of my brothers has almost FIVE THOUSAND!!! Seriously, Mom. Dad. A LITTLE ingenuity when it comes to naming your offspring goes a LONG WAY.)

Anyway, I KNEW there was a reason I married him.

Though, in all fairness, perhaps it also has something to do with the fact that he looks like this (though, typically WITHOUT the bright red nose) :

Woah. Get away from the computer. SERIOUSLY. Stop licking the computer! He’s taken, ladies!!

And perhaps, just perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he’s the kindest, sweetest, most responsible, most attentive, most amazing man in the whole wide world…

And perhaps it’s because I’m so insanely in love with him.

Fine! Before you puke, I’ll save the rest for some future Soap Opera Sunday. But just let it be known, that apparently I had a few good reasons.