I had planned on writing a scathingly brilliant post for today. However, when your brain is running on very little sleep? Plans are changed. Hope you enjoy this post from my Archives (as in resurrected from The Sweetest Petunia)...
{Originally posted 1/9/09}
So we were playing Life this afternoon. I taught my nephew to play baseball (in the game, that is), and he broke a neighbor's window. "It was worth it," I said. "After all, little Freddie is named after me."
But my name is not Fred.
And, in the game of Life, I changed my name to Frieda Frofmeyer. Don't ask. No idea how I thought of that one.
The game progresses, the years go by. I get married, have 3 set of twins. I decided to name them. First of, my husband's name was Fred. Fred & Frieda Frofmeyer. And then the twins...Fred & Frieda, Jr. Frederick & Frederica. And Bob & Jane.
Oh yeah.
Jessica and I were dying laughing. =D
Just a peek into my incredibly random, extremely strange mind. I have no idea how I come up with thing like that. I mean, sure, Frieda's okay, but Frofmeyer??
Goodness gracious. =)
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