Evil Twin's back from vacation and has shared her Viking Names:
This is hysterical. Unfortunately, because of my hometown, most of my names sound like a Nordic stripper: Marvie the Ponderous, Vodvie the Uncombed.
However, if I change it to the town where I was born, the situation improves: Mararl the Improper, Tequarl the Impatient, Cidral the Aggravated.
Hey, it's all good. Viking can be strippers too, right?
If you saw the original post on Dad Gone Mad, you'll remember one of the other games was 'to decide what kinds of diseases people would be, if you could translate aspects of their personality into some sort of life-threatening ailment.' I sent my thoughts off to Sister and Evil Twin for consideration.
I figured I'm like something that doesn't have a precise diagnosis or treatment; something that's diagnosed by exclusion or a label that's slapped on when all else fails. Something not considered a life-threatening problem; something seemingly minor that you think wouldn't be so bad, but turns out over the course of many years to wear you down and suck all the joy out of life, like chronic constipation (or diarrhea), or excessive perspiration. Maybe fibromyalgia, or irritable bowel syndrome.
Sister's reply:
I think I'm a blood clot; seemingly benign but potentially lethal. Sit on your ass long enough, and I'll kill ya! Just ask Hubby.
Evil Twin responded:
As far as the disease goes, I suppose it should be something polite and easily cured, such as chapped lips, or otitis. But I really, REALLY want to be scabies.
Well, now. Aren't we just a party waitin' to happen?
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