Thomhouser: The True Story

If you find yourself wondering, just what is this "Thomhouser" thing anyway, let me enlighten you. A few years ago when Becca and I attended her family reunion, Jessica (her eldest sister) thought it would be really funny to come up with a hybrid of our respective last names. Why? That's anyone's guess. But, the sad fact remains that not only did she devise the single worst combination of Thompson + Holtshouser (Thomhouser: got it?), she puffy-painted it on hats for us to wear. That's right, matching Mr. and Mrs. Thomhouser hats. Gag!

Naturally, we (mostly I) tried our best to live this down and put it behind us. "Ha ha. Good one Jess. Now, never mention it again!" Unfortunately, it lived on and reared its ugly head at our wedding reception. Jessica decided that it would be funny if our DJ introduced me and Becca as Mr. and Mrs. Thomhouser and went so far as to attempt a bribe. While our DJ was tactful enough to not take the bait, the damage was already done. When we entered the reception - greeted by applause and camera flashes - our DJ almost lost his paycheck. "I now present Mr. and Mrs. (painful pause, clearly befuddled: was it Thompson, Thomhouser?) ...Thomas (swing and a miss)...er...Thompson." Close enough, I suppose.

Admittedly, this was pretty damn funny but annoying at the same time; and yet somehow endearing. So, when inspired to create a blog for me and Becca to keep you all informed of our combined goings-on, I could think of no better name.

Welcome to Thomhouser. Visit often.

1 comment:

Jessica said...

YEAH - Thomhousers 4-evah!!! If I recall correctly, the hats actually said "Thomhouser 1" and "Thomhouser 2". And it was all because I was thinking that poor Becca wouldn't know what to do with all the extra time in her life now that she would have such an easy-to-spell last name.