Many years ago, before the times of caller ID and internet tracking, I was quite good at prank phone calls. I also kept an arsonel of fake names at my disposal and had fun using them when signing in to restaurants, shopping, or anywhere that a name is called out.
In later years, Joy chose her name. It was from the show, Friends, and when I send pictures to Wal-Mart, she has to pick them up under the name Anastasia Beaverhousen.
Of course, the kids wanted a name.
He will kill me for telling this, but many years ago we were at a restaurant and he looked at a bison burger. (Long I, means buffalo) “What’s bison’?” (Short I, sounds French)
What one has, so must the other.
The husbands must be named as well. My husband:
But, there really is a Lanny Poffo. I guess he is Lanny the 2nd. When we went to New Orleans I signed in as Mrs. Lanny Poffo. (nobody cared)
Joy’s husband was recently christened with his alias name.
I’m sure he wonders what he has married into.
Me? I’m Mitzi Von Muffington. Over the years we have sent mail, birthday cards, and many other fun things with these names. I guess it doesn’t take much to amuse us.