This is my third post of the afternoon–mostly because I had three little things to say and didn’t want to put them in one post. (Note to the esteemed Long Longbow: I know I’ve let you down in terms of update quota. I hope today’s spree will atone for past sins. And let me just say that your patience is exceeded only by your benevolent clemency and sassy good looks. Yr humble servant, EZ)
Onward. When George and I arrive at the airport in Krakow for his worm gig, we will be met by a driver holding a sign with our last name on it. I’ve always wanted to be met by a driver holding a sign with my name on it. I think I’ll wear my sunglasses and have George walk a little ways off to the side snapping pictures. Then he can ask me for my autograph, but I won’t give it to him. I’ll just blow him a little kiss, because that’s really all he’ll need to live the rest of his life in perfect contentment.
Of course then George will have to switch roles from paparazzi to Do-Bob (valet) so he can carry my bags to the car. Lucky George. I bet all the other worm guys wish their wives were coming. And honestly I can’t understand why they aren’t. They’re so selfish.
Like I said, lucky George. That man should thank me. And while he’s at it, he can bring me a cold beverage.
Long Longbow is delighted to see three new posts! Thank you very much! And all your past sins are forgiven. (I was just thinking about these silly names yesterday–pretty amazing you would use them too.)
Much love,
Long Longbow herself
For those of you going, “Huh?” I should clarify that Long Longbow is not my real name. Don’t be silly! It’s my soap opera name.
You have one too! To form your soap opera name, you take your middle name (in my case that’s now my maiden name, Long) plus the name of the street where you now live (Longbow), hence Long Longbow. I defy any of you to top that.
Go on! Post your soap opera names here, and see how many Jeanne (that’s Ms Riggs to you!) can identify.
I could go for a cold beverage.
love,
James Riggs
Keep on.
Hemphill Covemeadow
Groovy soap opera name, Craig. Maybe you should go into the biz.
Sounds like an author
Hmmm. Who could this be?
You could go for a cold lemonade, Mr. On-the-Covenant. Maybe get a little wild and add a spritz of selzer.
I like this idea, Long-O-Nong-Gong. Hopefully more people will venture into the comments and play. 🙂
wives and fishing
That husband of your must be a bit touched. Going all the way to Poland to fish is one thing but to take your wife fishing is plumb insanity!
Ah, Riggs, James Riggs.
Have you heard about prom dress rugby?
http://grove.ufl.edu/%7Eufwrfc/prom.html
Love, Aunt Long Longbow
If you would have asked me a few months ago I would have been Danielle 23rd.
Your current name, Danielle Linden, is pretty soap-operish sounding. Oh, and by the way, Danielle L.: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
Love, M.
Ha! those pictures are pretty funny. 🙂
Re: wives and fishing
Not to worry, Mystery Commenter. This wife goeth not forth fishing. Whilst wormiers do whatever they may do, she scouteth out all things art and architecture, fashion and food.
Even so, not all men agree with your judgment on conjugal fishery. In the words of the immortal Taj Mahal: “Bet your life, your sweet wife, she gonna catch more fish than you . . .”