First of all, if you missed my special Tuesday post yesterday, you can click here to see the trailer for In a Fix. I'm still super-excited about it!!!!! (Note the leftover exclamation points. Sorry. They just keep popping out.)
Now back to our regularly scheduled Hump Day Post:
So, last Wednesday I introduced you to my new stuffed camel. I asked for opinions on the camel's gender, and for name suggestions. And you guys came through for me!
Six of you thought the camel was a girl.
Four of you thought the camel was a boy.
Five of thought the camel could swing either way. (Now, that's a wild camel!)
Girl names suggested:
Boy names suggested:
Gender neutral names suggested:
A great bunch of names!
And the winner is ... *drum roll* ...
None of the above!
Because there was a last-minute, dark horse entry from TG that was absolutely, in my admittedly biased opinion, perfect:
Get it? HUMPerdinck? Come on, you love it, right?
What? You don't know who the hell Engelbert Humperdinck is? You whippersnappers, you!
*sighs* Look here. Go on. I'll wait.
Of course, Mr. Humperdinck was waaaaay before my time. (Okay, slightly before my time.) But once you hear a name like that, you don't forget it.
Of course, Engelbert is quite a mouthful, so maybe I'll shorten it to Bertie. Or maybe Dinckie. No, definitely Bertie.
And look! Bertie is so happy with his new name he's celebrating with a Manhattan! Now, there's a camel after my own heart.
Yes. I realize the picture is a teensy bit ... well, blurry. This is because I, um, was trying to *cough* wordlessly express the dizzying effect of a Manhattan when coupled with Bertie's joy at being gender-fied and named.
Not, I stress, because I forgot to adjust the settings on my camera after imbibing my own Manhattan. (That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.)
May your Hump Day be happy. Or hilarious. Or hilariously happy!
Edited to Add: I'm being interviewed over at Dianne's blog, In High Spirits, today. Drop by and say hi if you have a chance. :)