Well, well, WELL! It was highly entertaining to read your guesses, my friends. Although, if you were astute enough to notice, fairly early on in the running my BFF decided to stop by and pretty much give away the true lie (SARAH, AHEM)! In the interest of full disclosure, however, I shall forthwith shed full light on all the minor points.
Whatever that means. Did that make any sense? I didn’t think so.
- True, people, TRUE!! Believe it or not, I am incredibly squeamish when it comes to wounds and other such business. I don’t mean minor scrapes, but anything beyond a minor scrape and I am completely incapacitated. Of no use to anyone. A year ago I even passed out at the vet’s office when he was palpitating our dying bunny’s abdomen with just a little too much vigor…so it isn’t really a blood issue, all the time. Wisely, I envelop all my children securely in bubble wrap every morning so we don’t deal with injuries too often.
- Very, very, true, to a frightening degree. I would sit in the middle of our acreage as a kid and will the little fuzzy critters to come to me because they simply must be able to sense that I meant them no harm, right? I mean, sure I wanted to hug them and squeeze them and call them George, but other than that? I was completely guileless! And as for Wonder Woman, well…she still rocks the giant black glasses in my book.
- Lie! Lie! Big, fat lie! Although I lived in Norway as a teen, I do not, in fact, speak Norwegian beyond a few phrases such as vaer sa god! and tusen takk! The sad truth is that everyone in Norway speaks English and if you even try to speak Norwegian to them they will stifle (unsuccessfully) their wry snorting and simply speak back to you in English.
- True. It’s the stuff of legends.
- Also true. His birthplace is Stratford-upon-Avon in England, and I went there on a Shakespeare weekend trip with my advanced literature class from Norway. And since this is the part of the blog where I shamelessly flaunt my extreme globe-trotter skilz, I will mention that I have also been to Denmark, The Netherlands, the Cayman Islands, and France. Yes, I saw the Mona Lisa. She was shorter than I expected.
- Sadly true. Later I even expanded the one name to be a clever play on words: Jamaica J’oan Destiny. If you decide to use this brilliant idea for one of your own children, I will expect royalties. Or at least credit.
So congratulations to all the correct guessers! I will put your names into a hat (except for SARAH! AHEM!) and pull one winner…just as soon as I can locate a hat.
Also, for those of you who guessed Xavier’s weight, I have not forgotten about you! No one guessed right on the money (8lbs2.5oz), but there were three guesses for 8lbs2oz and a whopping six guesses for 8lbs3oz (which was also My Beloved’s guess, but he has graciously declined to go into the hat). All nine of your names will be in the running for the non-umbilical-cord-stump prize.
And now, the gratuitous, completely random and unwarranted pic-o-the-day:
I now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
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