I lamented about Coke not ever putting my name on their can. I got over it.
Well, I pretended to. I went on holidays to Disneyland and searched high and low for my name spelled correctly on a SOMETHING…no luck.
I get home, check the mail, and I have a surprise package in the mail!
WOOOHOOO! I love surprises, except when I don’t and that is another story. But this surprise came from New York via Ireland.
My running/book pal Tammy from Jibber Jabber went to Ireland and discovered a name plate with my name spelled the proper way! Here is proof:
So mom…where ever you are, I am happy the Europeans – well – Irish folk, think my name is worthy of printing it and selling it.
I forgive you mom.
Thanks Tammy – you DO win 🙂