Today (or yesterday perhaps) I read this and it reminded me of one of my favorite Mike stories. Back when this happened, Mike and I weren't married, so when he made me promise not to blog about it, I agreed because, you know, I WANTED A RING.
About a year ago, I co-hosted a baby shower for my now sister-in-law—Mike's sister. I was in charge of the invitations, and they were adorable, if I do say so myself. Richelle wanted to invite an old friend, an ex-girlfriend of Mike's, coincidentally. But, no one could remember her married name.
Mike: I can't even remember her maiden name.
Jennie: Seriously? You can't remember your ex-girlfriend's last name?
M: Kelly.... Kelly....
J: [Thinking if I ever become Mike's ex-girlfriend, BY GOD, he will remember my last name, if I have to stalk him in order to carve it into his memory.]
M: CLARKSON! That's it!
J: Really?
M: Yep.
J: You dated Kelly Clarkson?
M: Oh, wait. That's not it.