The phone rang at work today.
Good story already, huh?
One of the pharmacists answered it, then yelled for me in the next room.
"Hey, Stephanie!"
"Yeah?"
"What's your last name?"
"Uhhhh, Roberts." (I still have to think about my answer, as it's a new name and all. Kind of sounds like I don't know my name. Kind of how I studder out my age for at least 6 months after my birthday. They call me strawberry-blonde.)
Joe, the lady pharmacist, then asks. "What's your old last name?"
"Dye." (I'm quicker with this one. Been usin' that name for a little while.)
"Okay then, the phone's for you."
Who was on the other end, asking for Stephanie Dye, instead of the new Mrs. Roberts? My husband (he's just plain blonde). Looks like a month isn't long enough to get use to a good thing. One day we will both be able to mutter out the Roberts without hesitation. Until then, practice makes perfect.
I sat in my computer room all by myself and laughed at that one. Thanks Nick after a full week back at school I needed a good laugh.
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