Mrs. What

I know there are some brides out there with issues or reservations about giving up their last name and I am glad to say that I am not one of them. It isn’t like I don’t like my last name, I do, I think it goes really well with my first and my middle, but I am not attached to it in a ‘Oh my god I so don’t want to’ kind of way. I reserve that for when someone asks me to eat Cuban food or holding two pairs of shoes only to be told I can only pick one pair. I think if Mr. Rogue’s last name was something hideous then I would have a stronger opinion on the subject but his works as well if not a little better than mine. My only real issue with changing my name is that I have to go to the social security office, the place that I have been once when I misplaced my card and had to get another. A place that made my skin crawl because it was infested with people that smelled and screamed and basically made life unpleasant. I thought I was going to get mugged right there in the waiting room.
Mr. Rogue brought up the conversation of getting my name changed:

Mr. Rogue: “So are you going to keep your last name or hyphenate it.”

Me: “I thought it was traditional for the bride to take the groom’s last name?”

Mr. Rogue: “It is but I am sure you would like to keep your last name, you being so independent and all.”
Me: “Uh, no I was just going to take yours.”
Now I have to pause because the expression on his face was like I believe I would have if I found out I just won the lottery and I was picturing all the shoes I could own, meaning every single pair of shoes ever made in my size only, a whole warehouse just for my shoes.
Mr. Rogue: “That is GREAT, I am so excited, this will make it a lot less confusing for the kids. I am so happy. You make me happy.”
Me: “Just remember this happiness the next time I spend to much at the mall.”