For various remarks I’ve made this weekend while we watched the endless coverage before and after the passing of Pope John Paul II my husband has declared that I am (or will be) the marshmallow on the end of Satan’s stick.
Satan’s Marshmallow. That’s me.
Should I change my SD name? It’s just so much better than velvetjones.
OOH! I like it! You could be the marshmallow on Satan’s s’more. I think I’d stick with velvetjones though, just in case Satan doesn’t like marshmallows. You could be velvetjones aka Satan’s Marshmallow.
That way, by brain will stop forcing me to read your posts in Eddie Murphy’s stilted, reading-off-the-cue-cards Velvet Jones-style.
Really…it took me five minutes to read your OP because of that.
I am so glad to discover that I’m not the only one who hears Eddie whenever reading a velvetjones post.
And I think Satan’s Marshmallow has a nice ring to it. Evil, yet soft and squishy and sweet. The only possible improvement might be changing your name to Cthulhu’s Junior Mints.
I probably will stick with velvetjones (and my apologies to those of you who hear voices in your head, that’s really not my fault, really)
But to my husband I’ll forever be Satan’s Marshmallow. I spend my days now trying to live up to the name. I’ve managed to make him visibly cringe and back away several times in the past couple of days so I’m on a roll.
Rhubard or a book title or maybe a movie. Don’t worry, I’ll cut you in for a percentage.