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Names and Other Temporary Things


wrong tattoo

A mother’s effort to honor her young children went terribly wrong when the tattoo she got of her son’s name was spelled incorrectly — so she took what some might call an unusual approach. Fortunately her friends and family convinced her not to have her armed amputated, but to rename her son after the tattoo.

“Kevin,” the two-year-old son of Johanna Sandstrom, of Sweden, was renamed “Kelvin” after a tattoo artist inked the wrong name on her arm.

Sandstrom’s tattoo read: Nova & Kelvin which was clearly a mistake.

“I had never heard the name ‘Kelvin’ before,” she said. “There isn’t anyone who names their kid Kelvin; lots of people name their kids Fahrenheit or Celsius, but never Kelvin. So when I thought more about it, I realized that no one else has this name. It became unique. Now we think it is better than Kevin.”

It also seemed a lucky stroke for Sandstrom’s daughter, whose name was changed from Ass-faced Hag to Nova, following the erroneous tattoo.

When asked to explain the mistake, the Swedish tattoo artist simply said, “in my previous job I wrote the assembly instructions for Ikea products; I was bound to screw this up incomprehensibly.”

Sandstrom told the newspaper she’ll make sure to check “10,000 times” before she gets the name of her third child, Freja, tattooed.

“Or maybe I’ll just get a skull with a snake slithering through it’s eye socket,” she added, “it’s 50/50 right now.”

skull tattoo

This was supposed to read, Freja.

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A Lasagna-Like Substance

lasagnaThis is an actual conversation I had with person. (Seriously, I’m not making this up.)

Her: I made lasagna last night, it turned out mostly okay.

Me: mostly?

Her: the sauce was fine, I used ricotta cheese, I forgot the noodles, but it baked up nicely.

Me: (a moment of puzzled silence.) did you say you forgot the noodles?

Her: yes. But other than that it turned out perfect.

Me: but you forgot the noodles?

Her: yes.

Me: so it was just a dish of meat sauce and cheese?

Her: yes.

Me: no pasta at all?

Her: what don’t you understand?

Me: so very much about this.

Her: I forgot the noodles–it happens.

Me: I don’t think it does. I’m not sure it’s ever happened; you may be a pioneer.

Her: it was just a practice lasagna anyway.

Me: strictly speaking–I don’t think you can call that a lasagna.

Her: (Angry silence.)

Me: when you construct a lasagna you do it in layers, several of which are strips of pasta.

Her: I know how to make a lasagna.

Me: evidently you don’t.

Her: can we just drop it!

So we dropped it.

Later she confided that she had also made practice brownies which had hardened and congealed so permanently to the pan, that she had no choice but to throw the pan and attached brownies into her backyard in disgust…but at least you could call them brownies.homer cooking

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