Okay, I know I said I wouldn’t post anything tonight, but I took this little quiz and I had to share.
How many have your name?
There are only seven of me. I know that everyone who knows me is thanking God right about know.
My wife is nice enough to belittle me and attack my fragile ego by berating me for misspelling now. I don’t know why I do that, but I have a tendency to write know instead of now. I wonder what that means psychologically. I guess after the abuse I have received from my wife, I can go find a pshrink and mention the spelling thing, when he agrees with my wife.
I kinda suck ’cause this makes me a stupid nerd.
PS Amy approved and edited this message.
PSS Amy is the greatest wife ever and I always wonder why she ever married me. She should be nominated for sainthood! She is better than cats; I laughed, I cried, I could see it again and again.
You know, if you downloaded Firefox 2 it comes with a built in spell-checker. Anytime you write anything in the browser it checks your spelling, but that wouldn’t fix those homonym errors. Although, I think you’re right; they do usually reveal something about you, in a Freudish kinda way.
And yes, Amy is a saint for putting up with you. And yeah, Leigh is in the same damn boat. I’m sure if they compared notes of the bullshit they put up with it would be pretty scary.
And there’s 99 of me. I could be a militia.
Yeah, but the seven makes me feel somewhat elite. Unfortunately that is the only thing that makes me feel that way. I the meantime I am going back to my fetal position in the corner.
(damn, THAT didn’t work.) And I feel so utterly…. common. Such a member of a herd, a sheeple, a generic name nobody. I wanna be a Belgian, and instead I’m a Labrador. I wanna be a Lotus, and instead I’m a Honda. 1591. Sheesh. I wanna be a 7 too!
p.s. Anubis checked my spellig….
there are 24 of me. of course, if my last name were gifford, there would be only 4 of me.
and amy has every right to belittle you…that’s part of her job as a wife. why else do you think we stick around?
chris, did you say that you wanted to be 7’2″? good grief, aren’t you tall enough already?!?!
Hey hey!! Don’t go hatin’ just ’cause you look up to me so much!
she looks up at everybody so of course she is bitter. I already know that women were put on this earth to make men miserable. I’ve accepted it.
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