When I married SH I never gave a thought to his name. He shares his name with a famous horror film murderer (as you may guess from the title of this post.) We still get occasional phone calls from kids that have watched the old movies and think its cute to call us and scream when they see the name in the phone book. It wasn't quite as funny a few weeks back when the phone rang at some horrible time in the morning (3 or 4 am, I don't remember now) and someone screamed "get the Fu** out of that house, MM is there." I paced the floor and checked everything until I woke up enough to realize our house wasn't on fire and they were being stupid. Now that there is a new Halloween coming out I am preparing myself for the inevitable. Anytime we go somewhere that we have to sign in someone makes a comment about his name. What most of them don't know is his birthdate. He was born on 6/6/60. When they find that out they usually take a step back. SH is very good natured about it and laughs right along with people (unless they call at some horrible time of the morning.)
Tonight I ventured out to Walmart alone. This wasn't a good thing to do because I immediately felt sorry for myself, so sorry that I bought myself a bag of caramels, a package of pumpkin peeps, a new nickleback cd and a package of double A batteries.
Don't even go there people, just don't.