That's not my name!

After receiving an email from my grandmother addressed to someone by the name of none of her grandchildren asking if my sister, Jane, had married a guy named Bob, I could only think of my new obsession The Ting Tings and my own version of their song:

"My grandma...she forgets my name...She call me "hell"...She call me "Stacey"...She call me "twat"... She call me "Jane"...That's not my name, That's not my name...That's not my name!"

And Jane, is this her third Manhattan talking or do you have some explaining to do? If you did get married and eloped--I could not be more proud. You clearly did it the correct way this time and I hope you have the best 15 months of your life again. If not...we should seriously consider ganking some of her Xanax and selling it on the black market for some extra cash. It will be as easy as stealing prescription pills from a crazy--oh, wait...that's exactly what the situation is.

Love you grams.