Oh. Shit.

A friend just graciously pointed out that I spelled my incorrect name equally incorrectly. That's right. Talent. At the end, when Brube was dying, I would do anything for a laugh. I decided to start changing my name on facbook "like the kids do!". I went through about five different psuedonyms before settling on Rosenstud (shout out to Dacia -- Wooo!). The day after Bruce's death it struck me that this was perhaps wildly inappropriate. I had just lost the love of my life and I needed to claim him by retaking his name. Over the next several days my Life Coach and I attempted to take back my actual name. We failed over and over. Finally I searched the facebook FAQ and found that I must remain Rosenstud for a year. I wondered why I was having such a hard time googling my own blog name. After all, I'm the one who named it, I post, and occasionally have the good sense to edit. There you have it folks. Thewidowrosestud. So, I supppose I'll be copying and pasting all of these damn posts to a new blog with the correct name. Sorry, loves, my bad. Love, The WidowRoseNstud.