After one year and nine months to the day I wed Mr. Phillips, I sent in my name change forms to the social security office last night. Procrastination? You betcha.

I am humored that I have the exact same exchange with everyone who has ever taken down my maiden name:

"Last Name?"
[I tell them]
"Oh—kay...can you spell that for me?"
[I spell it] "...A good Norwegian name..."

(Laughs, Nods) "Well you certainly look the part."

No kidding—every single time. Miles has even mentioned the phenomenon. (say that word 3 times fast as I did and I dare you to spell it right the first several times.) It's silly really...because my maiden name is the Americanized version.

I can hear it now: "Vhat do you sink of zee new name, Sven? Vee blend in more now." No doubt the original had lots of silent j's.