I figured it was something like that, Sarah.
I bought a framed photograph recently from a guy named Cherryhome. Lots of emails back and forth, but I never met him. It was a nature scene, and with that last name, I assumed the whole time he was Native American. When we finally meet at a neutral location, I sit in my car and wait, and wait, and wait. Eventually, I ask a guy who's also been sitting around, "Is your name Bill?" Yep. Apparently it's a Scottish last name. I still like the picture, but it would be cooler in a way if he wasn't European.
And it's nice to meet you, but it would be really cool if you were a talking bear. I'm just sayin'.