I had no idea how many ways there are to spell my last name, so I always spell it out when dealing with people who have to look me up in a computer. Mine, of course, is the least common.

It never occurred to me to change my name when I got married and it always sort of surprises me when a woman of my generation or younger does. I understand that it's complicated for some people.

This. I mean, I hate my last name, but it's mine. First!Husband has zero expectations that I would change it. M was a little surprised when we went to get the marriage certificate that I wasn't changing my name, but then I asked if he wanted to change his, and that was that. (If he had wanted to portmanteau our names, I would have jumped on that in a heartbeat.)

It never occurred to me to change my name when I got married and it always sort of surprises me when a woman of my generation or younger does.

This is me.

I understand that it's complicated for some people.

Also, of course, this.

I also never considered changing my name. Though if I'd known that Noseworthy was an option...

People misspell and mispronounce everything. No matter what. It's like a challenge. My last name is six letters long and not difficult. And yet.

Mine (maiden name, still legal) is 4 goddamn letters, German as hell in one of the most German cities in the US. And yet it gets misspelled.

I also never considered changing my name. Though if I'd known that Noseworthy was an option...

Since I haven't legally changed my name yet, maybe I should go with "Noseworthy." (I did tell Tim I'd change it for our 5-year anniversary, and god damn it, that's getting close.)

Then your cat could be Murderbiscuit Noseworthy the Third. Even though he's the first one.

Murderbiscuit Noseworthy first of his name!

Best name ever

People don't have a lot of trouble with my last name, but my 4-letter first name has been spelled all kinds of ways. At this point in my life I probably would not consider changing my last name, but that may never be an issue for me.

I should be studying the show I have to tech on Friday, but between the cold that is wiping me out and various friends with sad news I'm not feeling very productive.

People misspell and mispronounce everything. No matter what. It's like a challenge.

Challenge accepted, Donna.

I felt I had no choice but to reject the moaners on my Nextdoor group that keep complaining about fireworks and how unfair they are to pets and people with PTSD. Fireworks are not going away, people. Been using them for celebration for a very long time and will continue to do so for a long time into the future. If people are freaked out they have really nice noise canceling headsets out there. I just dosed Zoe with Benadryl and gave her a peanut butter jar to occupy her until she falls asleep. I give it early enough that she is really out then try and play something louder than usual on the television. It just seems to me that if the fireworks are that much of an issue to you then you have a choice to alter your behavior or situation, but you really can't change the existence of fireworks on various holidays.

Rant over. For now. I reserve the option to rant about something else later.