Sometimes you just have to complain about your husband

Today, I checked the mail and pulled out a package. Our address is on Wymount Terrace. The package was addressed to "Wymount Ter."

When I see Blvd., I think boulevard. When I see St., I think street. When I see Rd., I think road. When I see Ter., I think turd.

I have explained this to Nathaniel, and he refuses to stop.

But I forgive him, because he does stuff like this: