I never got past the healthy fear stage. Also, last time I was there, I ended up buying the ugliest "stool" ever.

Good point. Space Sharks probably have lasers too.

Only if they are "frickin' lasers".

Chocolate macaroon hybrids are of teh yummm!

Mmmmmcookies.

The wife takes the husband's name, which, hello! Why can't the *husband* take the *wife's* name? (Although, really, the wife's name is actually her father's name, so it's all one big patriarchal gang-bang of nomenclature.)

Couples from my Scandinavian-American college sometimes disassemble their family names and reassemble them into a new but equally ordinary name. So if a Holmgaard marries a Bjornquist they call themselves Holmquist. Some look back a generation or two until they find a name that is present in both family histories and use that one. It helps that most Scandinavian-American family names were assigned at Ellis Island, and therefore don’t have much history attached to them. I like the idea that the new family has it's own name, connected to but distinct from the parental families.

Crazy Americans with no space on forms for the first last name and the second last name.

Emmett got an extra middle name.

I don't like chocolate in oatmeal cookies for the reason Tom elucidates. I do, however, like buttscotch chips in oatmeal cookies, but that makes them a Scotchie, not an oatmeal cookie proper. I can go either way with raisins in an oatmeal cookie, but since JZ hates raisins the way Theo hates Julia Roberts I don't make them that way at home.

There are things I need to do before I get fired on Friday but I'm really having a hard time getting motivated. Also my nice boss has called in sick the last two days. So it's especially unsupervised around here.

In fact, today I'm kind of the boss of my new coworker and the temp who's going to replace me. Hmmm, too bad I don't have a stable that needs to be cleaned out.

Fuck them, David! I mean, really.

This is along the lines of "do as I say, not as I do," of course, given that I went back to my office the day after I got fired to clean stuff up and make lists of what needed to be done.

buttscotch chips

This sounds rather...unappetizing.

The last time we went to Ikea, we bought so much stuff that... we had to make "Baby got flatpack" our new theme song.

Things I did not do at my wedding: take my husband's last name, toss the bouquet (It was pretty and I wanted to keep it), have DH toss the garter (It was pretty and I wanted to keep it), jump the broom, light "unity" candles or any other such thing, do the cake in the face smash, have a money tree/bag/pin money on the bride (although this I might've liked), ask anyone to make any sappy reception speeches (although that didn't stop my cousin from making one anyway), get announced as Mr. and Mrs. X (due to the whole no name change thing).

I did have my parents give me away (both). And we did feed each other cake (no smashing it in each other's faces thank heavens). And of course, there was the Electric Slide, which is the one true wedding ritual.

Cake in the face is a wedding tradition? Yucks.

I don't know from the Electric Slide, but I do a mean Macarena.

My question for the children with both names-- which is their children's name?

So John Smith marries Jane Winters-- their child is Julie Winter Smith. When she gets married will her child be Jeff Winter Smith husbands first last name husbands last lastname and have four names?