Some time ago I wrote about my husband’s odd hobby of entering crazy names into questionnaires, just to see what kind of weird mail we get as a result of his efforts. As hobbies go I guess it could be worse – at least it doesn’t cost anything. Except, perhaps, for our letter carrier’s disdain.
The mail we received yesterday is for a fake name we’ve seen before, but somehow this one just had an extra layer of absurdity to it.
I never expected to think of myself as a Piss-Wheel family member.