What's that? You want cock? how about John Hancock...
hardy har har...yeah I know..lame.
Today I had to fill out paperwork for next year as our work year ends on Friday...holla! (Who the hell am I? I really can't say)...but I digress...the paperwork. So the paperwork says, "Fill this out if you're going to have a different name when you come back at the end of August." So I thought, "Yep. I will have a different last name." And then I read the next line, "We'll also need your official signature."
What?!?
That's pressure on a girl. I mean sure, I practiced it once or twice...ok, I doodled it about a gazillion times today when I realized that I didn't have my book with me today but..."my official signature"? So, I took a deep breath and signed my name. And to be honest? It kinda looked better than my old signature. And I relished in it, a new name, a better name and an awesome husband to give it to me (I mean 'give it to me' in all ways)
And then I had a moment of panic...what if he decided that I was too messy, too annoying, that I babbled too much, snored/drooled too often and he really was in love with the idea of me? Because I'm sure that the idea of me probably doesn't do any of those things. That's when I shook my head, smiled--imagined him kissing me, making fun of the fact that I don't whisper naturally but have to practice at it and when he randomly tells me he loves me and that he's going to need a kiss and I marched my new signature and my new life up the hall and dropped into a bin of a woman who probably had no idea how much it meant to me.
Today I had to fill out paperwork for next year as our work year ends on Friday...holla! (Who the hell am I? I really can't say)...but I digress...the paperwork. So the paperwork says, "Fill this out if you're going to have a different name when you come back at the end of August." So I thought, "Yep. I will have a different last name." And then I read the next line, "We'll also need your official signature."
What?!?
That's pressure on a girl. I mean sure, I practiced it once or twice...ok, I doodled it about a gazillion times today when I realized that I didn't have my book with me today but..."my official signature"? So, I took a deep breath and signed my name. And to be honest? It kinda looked better than my old signature. And I relished in it, a new name, a better name and an awesome husband to give it to me (I mean 'give it to me' in all ways)
And then I had a moment of panic...what if he decided that I was too messy, too annoying, that I babbled too much, snored/drooled too often and he really was in love with the idea of me? Because I'm sure that the idea of me probably doesn't do any of those things. That's when I shook my head, smiled--imagined him kissing me, making fun of the fact that I don't whisper naturally but have to practice at it and when he randomly tells me he loves me and that he's going to need a kiss and I marched my new signature and my new life up the hall and dropped into a bin of a woman who probably had no idea how much it meant to me.
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