Baby Daddy and I both work on the same military base. After 9/11, everyone has to pass through a checkpoint to enter the base and show your military or civilian government employee ID to the cops at the gate. One day I was going through the checkpoint and the guy at the gate apparently knew Baby Daddy and asked, “Are you Mrs. Writ?”
My dependent spouse military ID says as much. Duh.
But then I really thought about it and realized:
1. Hubs is one of EIGHT sons (no daughters).
2. All of his brothers coincidentally got married in the same order as their birth.
3. Hubs is brother number six of eight.
4. So if you count my mother-in-law…I am number seven of nine Mrs. Writ’s.
SEVEN OF NINE!
If it wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass I would change every profile I have from kjwrit to 7ofNine or Sevenof9 or ICanHazSkarzPeen.
But if that doesn’t interest you, perhaps this pitiful photo hack job I did will, turning this: